Age To Youth
Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart
The hope and bright desire of morn and May.
My eyes are full of shadow, and my part
Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
MADAM, you bade me act a part,
A comedy of your devising--
Forbade me to consult my heart,
To be sincere--or compromising.
A Star In The East
LIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright,
LET Summer go
To other gardens; here we have no need of her.
She smiles and beckons, but we take no heed of her,
After Sixty Years
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer
Lift up your name. God bless you evermore,