Christmas in India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the river...

Cholera Camp

We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites; It'...

The Children's Song

Puck of Poock's Hills Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place As...

A Charm

Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath. Not the great n...

Chapter Headings

Plane Tales From the Hills Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these You bid me please? The Three in One, the One in Three ? Not so!...

Chant-Pagan

Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen what I've seen -- 'Ow...

Certain Maxims Of Hafiz

I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy? If She be pleasant ...

Of Him I Love Day and Night.

OF him I love day and night, I dream’d I heard he was dead; And I dream’d I went where they had buried him I love—but he was not in that pla...

A Woman Waits for Me.

A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man we...

Sometimes with One I Love.

SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love; But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay i...

Beautiful Women.

WOMEN sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young; The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ.

I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church; Winds of autumn!—as I walk’d the woods at dusk, I hea...

O Tan-faced Prairie Boy.

O TAN-FACED prairie-boy! Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift; Praises and presents came, and nourishing food—till at last, amo...

Artilleryman’s Vision, The.

WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passe...

Now List to my Morning’s Romanza.

1 NOW list to my morning’s romanza—I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before m...