Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.
NIAGARA
Seen on a Night in November
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumnal, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
THE GRAND CANYON
By Zeus!
Shout word of this
To the eldest dead! Titans,
Gods, Heroes, come who have once more
A home!
NOW BARABBAS WAS A ROBBER
No guile?
Nay, but so strangely
He moves among us. . . . Not this
Man but Barabbas! Release to us
Barabbas!
FOR LUCAS CRANACH's EVE
Oh me,
Was there a time
When Paradise knew Eve
In this sweet guise, so placid and
So young?