Did I dream of a song? or sing in a dream?    Why ask when the night only knoweth?    The night — and the angel of sleep!    But ever…

    His face was sad; some shadow must have hung    Above his soul; its folds, now falling dark,    Now almost bright; but dark or not so dark,    Like cloud…

    Adown the valley dripped a stream,     White lilies drooped on either side;    Our hearts, in spite of us, will dream     In such a place at eventide….

    One bright memory shines like a star     In the sky of my spirit forever;    And over my pathway it flashes afar     A radiance that perishes never….

    He walked alone beside the lonely sea,    The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,    His shadow fluttered on the pure white sands    Like the weary wing of a…

    The brook that down the valley     So musically drips,    Flowed never half so brightly     As the light laugh from her lips.     Her face was like the…

        “A land without ruins is a land without memories —        a land without memories is a land without history.        A land that wears a laurel crown may…

    Star! Star, why dost thou shine     Each night upon my brow?    Why dost thou make me dream the dreams     That I am dreaming now?     Star! Star,…

    Crushed with a burden of woe,     Wrecked in the tempest of sin:    Death came, and two lips murmured low,    “Ah! once I was white as the snow,    In…

    They ask me to sing them a Christmas song     That with musical mirth shall ring;    How know I that the world’s great throng     Will care for…