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• From "To a Writer of the Day"

  Technique
  could but this be brought
  Into your ken,—that the technique is thought! …

  Langdon Elwyn Mitchell

• To One Being Old

  Her aged hands are worn with works of love;
  Dear aged hands that oft on me are laid;
  Her heart’s below, but, oh, her love’s above, …

  Langdon Elwyn Mitchell

• The Wayside Virgin

  I am the Virgin; from this granite ledge
  A hundred weary winters have I watched
  The lonely road that wanders at my feet; …

  Langdon Elwyn Mitchell

• Written at the End of a Book

  This is the end of the book
  Written by God.
  I am the earth he took, …

  Langdon Elwyn Mitchell

• Under the Stars

  Tell me what sail the seas
  Under the stars?
  Ships, and ships’ companies, …

  Wallace Rice

• The End

  No freeman, saith the wise, thinks much on death:
  No man with soul he dareth call his own
  Liveth in dread lest there be no atone …

  Wallace Rice

• Immortal Flowers

  Of old, a man who died
  Had, in his pride,
  Woman and steed and slave …

  Wallace Rice

• The Dancing Faun

  Thou dancer of two thousand years,
  Thou dancer of to-day,
  What silent music fills thine ears, …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• A Sleeping Priestess of Aphrodite

  She dreams of Love upon the temple stair,—
  About her feet the lithe green lizards play
  In all the drowsy, warm, Sicilian air. …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• Virgil's Tomb

  On an olive-crested steep
  Hanging o’er the dusty road,
  Lieth in his last abode, …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• The Shadow Rose

  A noisette on my garden path
  An ever-swaying shadow throws;
  But if I pluck it strolling by, …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• Doubt

  Slow, groping giant, whose unsteady limbs
  Waver and bend and cannot keep the path,
  Thy feet are foul with mire, and thy knees …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• A Health at the Ford

  Broncho dan halts midway of the stream,
  Sucking up the water that goes tugging at his knees;
  High noon and dry noon,—to-day it doesn’t seem …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• The Rosary

  The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
  Are as a string of pearls to me;
  I count them over, every one apart, …

  Robert Cameron Rogers

• Symbols

  Green grew the reeds and pale they were,
  And all the sunless grass was gray;
  The sluggish coils of marsh-water …

  Vance Thompson

• Linen Bands

  I weep those dead lips, white and dry,
  On which no kisses lie,
  Those eyes deserted of desire, …

  Vance Thompson

• Beggars

  Child with the hungry eyes,
  The pallid mouth and brow,
  And the lifted, asking hands, …

  Ella Higginson

• Moonrise in the Rockies

  The trembling train clings to the leaning wall
  Of solid stone; a thousand feet below
  Sinks a black gulf; the sky hangs like a pall …

  Ella Higginson

• The Lamp in the West

  Venus has lit her silver lamp
  Low in the purple West,
  Casting a soft and mellow light …

  Ella Higginson

• The Grand Ronde Valley

  Ah me! I know how like a golden flower
  The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night,
  Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light …

  Ella Higginson

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