• Catskill Mountain House
    WAVE after wave of greenness rolling down
    From mountain top to base, a whispering sea
    Of affluent leaves through which the viewless breeze
              Murmurs mysteriously.

    And towering up amid the lesser throng,
    A giant oak, so desolately grand,
    Stretches its gray imploring arms to heaven
              In...

  • Sweet hours have perished here,

    This is a timid room -

    Within it's precints hopes have played

    Now shadows in the tomb.