“what care I, what cares he,
What cares the world of the life we know?
Little they reck of the shadowless plains,
The shelterless mesa, the sun and the rains,
The wild, free life, as the winds that blow.”
    With his broad sombrero,
    His worn...

Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue
That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach
Of water sings by sycamore and beech,
In whose warm shade bloom lilies not a few.
It is a page whereon the sun and dew
Scrawl sparkling words in dawn’s delicious speech;...

    swords crossed,—but not in strife!
The chiefs who drew them, parted by the space
Of two proud countries’ quarrel, face to face
    Ne’er stood for death or life.

    Swords crossed that never met
While nerve was in the hands that wielded them;...

Across the Eastern sky has glowed
  The flicker of a blood-red dawn;
Once more the clarion cock has crowed,
  Once more the sword of Christ is drawn.
A million burning roof-trees light
The world-wide path of Israel’s flight.

Where is the Hebrew’s...

“there is no God,” the foolish saith,
  But none, “There is no sorrow”;
And nature oft the cry of faith
  In bitter need will borrow:
Eyes which the preacher could not school,
  By wayside graves are raised;
And lips say, “God be pitiful,”...

From “The Birthday”
BUT chief—surpassing all—a cuckoo clock!
That crowning wonder! miracle of art!
How have I stood entranced uncounted minutes,
With held-in breath, and eyes intently fixed
On that small magic door, that when complete
The expiring...

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
  On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
And at times from the fortress across the bay
    The alarum of drums swept past,
    Or a bugle blast
  From the camp on the shore.

Then far away to the south uprose...