CONTENTS

PAGE
Path Flower[1]
The Piper[6]
To a Hermit Thrush[8]
Thanksgiving[14]
The Road[16]
La Dame Revolution[23]
The Rebel[24]
These Latter Days[25]
Abnegation[26]
The Little Tree[27]
The Game[28]
Ballad[31]
A Dirge[37]
His Argument[39]
The Conqueror[40]
To Moina[41]
"There's Rosemary"[42]
At the Grave of Heine[43]
To a Lost Comrade[45]
For M. L. P.[46]
To Sleep[47]
"Le Penseur"[48]
Vision[49]
Safe[50]
On Bosworth Field[52]
Old Fairingdown[53]
The Kiss[58]
Youth[60]
To Mirimond[62]
Sorolla[63]
In the Blue Ridge[66]
Ye who are to Sing[70]
"And the Last shall be First"[73]
Magdalen to her Poet[76]
Friends[85]
Tryst[89]
In the Studio[90]
Lovers' Leap[91]
Havened[94]
Mid-May[102]
The Loss[104]
Called[105]
Song of To-morrow[108]
Little Daughters[110]

The author thanks the editors of "Scribner's Magazine," "The Century," "The Atlantic Monthly," and "M'Clure's" for permission to reprint the greater part of the verse included in this volume.


PATH FLOWER

A red-cap sang in Bishop's wood,
A lark o'er Golder's lane,
As I the April pathway trod
Bound west for Willesden.

At foot each tiny blade grew big
And taller stood to hear,
And every leaf on every twig
Was like a little ear.

As I too paused, and both ways tried
To catch the rippling rain,—
So still, a hare kept at my side
His tussock of disdain,—