Back to where the roses rest    Round a shrine of holy name,    (Yes — they knew me when I came)    More of peace and less of fame    …

    Sweet heaven’s smile    Gleamed o’er the isle,     That gems the dreamy sea.    One far gone day,    And flash’d its ray,    More than a thousand years away,     Pure Bridget, over…

    Thou wert once the purest wave     Where the tempests roar;    Thou art now a golden wave     On the golden shore —     Ever — ever — evermore!…

        Sorrow:     A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom,     And only bloom to fade as fast away,    We twine your leaflets ’round our Claudia’s tomb,    …

       A river went singing adown to the sea,        A-singing — low — singing —        And the dim rippling river said softly to me,        “I’m bringing, a-bringing —            While floating…

    I walk down the Valley of Silence —     Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone!    And I hear not the fall of a footstep     Around me,…

    ‘Twas the dusky Hallowe’en —    Hour of fairy and of wraith,    When in many a dim-lit green,    ‘Neath the stars’ prophetic sheen,    As the olden legend saith,    All the future…

    In the valley of my life     Sings a “Singing-Bird”,    And its voice thro’ calm and strife     Is sweetly heard.     In the day and thro’ the night    …

    When falls the soldier brave,     Dead at the feet of wrong,    The poet sings and guards his grave     With sentinels of song.     Songs, march! he gives…

    Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest?     And tell me why you never go to sleep?    Thou art like one so sad and sin-oppressed…