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• From "Taliesin: a Masque"

  Voices of Unseen Spirits
  HERE falls no light of sun nor stars;
  No stir nor striving here intrudes; …

  Richard Hovey

• Stone Walls

  Along the country roadside, stone on stone,
  Past waving grain-field, and near broken stile,
  The walls stretch onward, an uneven pile, …

  Julie Mathilde Lippmann

• The Travellers - De Wolfe Howe

  They made them ready and we saw them go
  Out of our very lives;
  Yet this world holds them all, …

  Mark A

• Distinction - De Wolfe Howe

  The village sleeps, a name unknown, till men
  With life-blood stain its soil, and pay the due
  That lifts it to eternal fame,—for then …

  Mark A

• "Whom the Gods Love" - De Wolfe Howe

  “whom the gods love die young;”—if gods ye be,
  Then generously might ye have spared to us
  One from your vast unnumbered overplus, …

  Mark A

• The Rain-Crow

  Can freckled Auguest,—drowsing warm and blonde
  Beside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,
  In her hot hair the oxeyed daisies wound,— …

  Madison Cawein

• To a Wind-Flower

  Teach me the secret of thy loveliness,
  That, being made wise, I may aspire to be
  As beautiful in thought, and so express …

  Madison Cawein

• The Soul

  An heritage of hopes and fears
  And dreams and memory,
  And vices of ten thousand years …

  Madison Cawein

• The Creek-Road

  Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue
  That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach
  Of water sings by sycamore and beech, …

  Madison Cawein

• Ku Klux

  We have sent him seeds of the melon’s core,
  And nailed a warning upon his door;
  By the Ku Klux laws we can do no more. …

  Madison Cawein

• Comradery

  With eyes hand-arched he looks into
  The morning’s face, then turns away
  With schoolboy feet, all wet with dew, …

  Madison Cawein

• Flight

  The song-birds? are they flown away?
  The song-birds of the summer-time,
  That sang their souls into the day, …

  Madison Cawein

• Songs from "Master Sky-Lark"

  The sky-lark’s SONG
  HEY, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark;
  How high he singeth clear: …

  John Bennett

• God Bless You, Dear, Today!

  If there be graveyards in the heart
  From which no roses spring,
  A place of wrecks and old gray tombs …

  John Bennett

• Her Answer

  To-day, dear heart, but just to-day,
  The sunshine over all,
  The roses crimsoning the air …

  John Bennett

• The Last Bowstrings

  They had brought in such sheafs of hair,
  And flung them all about us there
  In the loud noonday’s heat and glare: …

  Edward Lucas White

• Genius

  He cried aloud to God: “The men below
  Are happy, for I see them come and go,
  Parents and mates and friends, paired, clothed with love; …

  Edward Lucas White

• Reality

  These are my scales to weigh reality,—
  A dream, a chord, a longing, love of Thee.
  Real as the violets of April days, …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• A Priest's Prayer

  Over the dim confessional cried
  Father Amatus,—cloistered young,—
  Dropping his rosary by his side, …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• Forgiveness Lane

  Forgiveness lane is old as youth,
  You cannot miss your way;
  ’T is hedged with flowering thorn forsooth …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

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