From far away, from far away,
It journeyed swiftly night and day,
It rested not. With cruel haste
It crossed the ocean’s trackless waste.
It swerved no moment in its flight
Through mist and storm and deepest night.
No mercy prompted it to stay,...

I ’m sitting alone by the fire,
Dressed just as I came from the dance,
In a robe even you would admire,—
It cost a cool thousand in France;
I ’m bediamonded out of all reason,
My hair is done up in a cue:
In short, sir, “the belle of the season”...

Poet: Bret Harte

Belshazzar had a letter, —

He never had but one ;

Belshazzar's correspondent

Concluded and begun

In that immortal copy

The conscience of...

Poet:

By a flower — By a letter —

By a nimble love —

If I weld the Rivet faster —

Final fast — above —


Never mind my breathless Anvil!

Never mind Repose!

Never mind the sooty faces

Tugging at...

Poet:

Going to Him! Happy letter!

Tell Him —

Tell Him the page I didn't write —

Tell Him — I only said the Syntax —

And left the Verb and the pronoun out —

Tell Him just how the fingers hurried —

Then — how they...

Poet:

This is my letter to the World

That never wrote to Me —

The simple News that Nature told —

With tender Majesty


Her Message is committed

To Hands I cannot see —

For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —...

Poet: