Wilt pray for me?        They tell me I have Fame;    I plead with thee,        Sometimes just fold my name    In beautiful “Hail Marys”!        And you give me more        Than all the…

    Some day in Spring,     When earth is fair and glad,    And sweet birds sing,     And fewest hearts are sad —        Shall I die then?        Ah! me, no matter…

    At the golden gates of the visions     I knelt me adown one day;    But sudden my prayer was a silence,     For I heard from the “Far…

    “What ails the world?” the poet cried;        “And why does death walk everywhere?        And why do tears fall anywhere?        And skies have clouds, and souls have care?”    Thus the…

    Out of the silences wake me a song,     Beautiful, sad, and soft, and low;    Let the loveliest music sound along,     And wing each note with a…

    God knows all things — but we     In darkness walk our ways;    We wonder what will be,     We ask the nights and days.     Their lips are…

    Brief while they last,     Long when they are gone;    They catch from the past     A light to still live on.     Brief! yet I ween     A day…

    Your past is past and never to return,    The long bright yesterday of life’s first years,    Its days are dead — cold ashes in an urn.    Some held…

    Just when the gentle hand of spring     Came fringing the trees with bud and leaf,    And when the blades the warm suns bring     Were given glad…

    By sound of name, and touch of hand,     Thro’ ears that hear, and eyes that see,    We know each other in this land,     How little must…