Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes t
Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are s
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous b
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two strai
Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,
The house is like a garden,
The children are the flowers,
The gardener should come met
One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand
To tired little May.
'Come, go with me to Wonderland,'
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the othe
A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and
Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were ut
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendi
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughbo
So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
It overflows like some stupendous sea,
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the br
As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure t
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!
Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;
I, who a
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
Of course with intention to drink,
And, holding it up in the sun
He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
Beating its wings against the prison bars,
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated a
There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump ab
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown aw
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.
And all through
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and k
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
It is tim
As I go and shop, sir!
If a car I stop, sir!
Where you chance to sit,
And you want to read, si
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husba
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought o
Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, a
'What's in a glass of wine?'
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, frien