Down the strait vistas where a city street    Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances,    Stained with far fumes the light grows less and less    And the sky…

   Exiled afar from youth and happy love,     If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence    I have no doubt but, like a homing dove,     It would…

        I     First, London, for its myriads; for its height,    Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;    But Paris for the smoothness of the paths    That lead the heart unto the…

    A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze    That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,    Cool shades, green acreage, and antique house    Fronting the ocean and the dawn; than…

    Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o’er    Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom    A savor steals from linden trees in bloom    And gardens ranged at many…

    Thy petals yet are closely curled,     Rose of the world,    Around their scented, golden core;    Nor yet has Summer purpled o’er    Thy tender clusters that begin     To swell…

    (To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.)      I     Ay, it is fitting…

    A shell surprised our post one day     And killed a comrade at my side.    My heart was sick to see the way        He suffered as he died….

   In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:    Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,    And fertile lowlands lengthening far away,                    In Lyonesse.     Came a term to that land’s…

   I who, conceived beneath another star,    Had been a prince and played with life, instead    Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far    From the fair things my…