• I loved thee long and dearly,
        Florence Vane;
    My life’s bright dream and early
        Hath come again;
    I renew in my fond vision
        My heart’s dear pain,
    My hope, and thy derision,
        Florence Vane.

    The ruin lone and hoary,
        The ruin old,
    Where thou didst mark my story,
        At even told,—
    ...

  • Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old,
      Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone
      Upon the Arno, as Saint Michael’s own
    Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold
    Beneath me as it struggles, I behold
      Its glistening scales. Twice hath it overthrown
      My kindred and companions. Me alone
    It moveth not, but is by me controlled.
    I can...

  • Sweet maiden of Passamaquoddy,
      Shall we seek for communion of souls
    Where the deep Mississippi meanders,
      Or the distant Saskatchewan rolls?

    Ah no,—for in Maine I will find thee
      A sweetly sequestrated nook
    Where the far winding Skoodoowabskooksis
      Conjoiins with the Skoodoowabskook.

    There wander two beautiful rivers,...