• I robbed the Woods —

    The trusting Woods.

    The unsuspecting Trees

    Brought out their Burs and mosses

    My fantasy to please.

    I scanned their trinkets curious — I grasped — I bore away —

    What will the solemn Hemlock —

    What will the Oak tree say?

  • Robbed by Death — but that was easy —

    To the failing Eye

    I could hold the latest Glowing —

    Robbed by Liberty


    For Her Jugular Defences —

    This, too, I endured —

    Hint of Glory — it afforded —

    For the Brave Beloved —


    Fraud of Distance — Fraud of Danger,

    Fraud...