(From the French of Rimbaud).     When the child’s forehead, full of torments red,    Cries out for sleep and its pale host of dreams,    His two big sisters…

    While I have been fumbling over books    And thinking about God and the Devil and all,    Other young men have been battling with the days    And others have…

   Day after day,    At spring’s return,    I watch my flowers, how they burn    Their lives away.     The candle crocus    And daffodil gold    Drink fire of the sunshine–    Quickly cold.     And the…

    Fine as the dust of plumy fountains blowing    Across the lanterns of a revelling night,    The tiny leaves of April’s earliest growing    Powder the trees–so vaporously light,    They seem…

    I. UNDER THE TREES.     There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes    Of this and this occasion, sisterly    In their resemblances, each effigy    Crowned with the same bright hair above…

    Noon with a depth of shadow beneath the trees    Shakes in the heat, quivers to the sound of lutes:    Half shaded, half sunlit, a great bowl of…

    A petal drifted loose    From a great magnolia bloom,    Your face hung in the gloom,    Floating, white and close.     We seemed alone: but another    Bent o’er you with lips…

    The stars are golden instants in the deep    Flawless expanse of night: the moon is set:    The river sleeps, entranced, a smooth cool sleep    Seeming so motionless that…

    Thought is an unseen net wherein our mind    Is taken and vainly struggles to be free:    Words, that should loose our spirit, do but bind    New fetters on…

    Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:    Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,    The slow blue rumour of the hill;    Let the grass cry with an anguish…