1893 - CONTENTS - SOLITUDE RESURGAM . THE IDIOT . THEF LAME 1N THE WIND THE CRUSADER THEW AYSIDEC RUCIFIX . IN THE HARZ . VILLANELLE . THES ICILIANT RIAD . A STUDY IN GRAY . HAPPINESS . PAGE I vi CONTENTS SNOW . . . ON THE MOLDAU . . . . CONTENTS vii THE BLIND MAN AND THE SLEEPER . THEB LUEBELLSC HORUS . THE NUN. REMORSE . . . . SPHINX FO UNTAIN, . a . VISITATION . . THE QUEST . OFF CRETE . WINTER . A BALLAD O F WAR-TIME . . . To LITTLE KOSALIE. THE WRAITH AND THE ROSES . THE PYTHONESS . . THE POEM . TO AN OUTCAST . . . LENAU . . THE MUMMY . . . . To LILI . . . HIDE AND SEEK . MOONRISE THEP HANTOM I S N MY DREAMSR ESEMBLE SAY NOT GOOD-BYE . A HEALTH, To A MODERN LILITH . PAGE 54 . . . 58 ... Vlll CON TENTS PAGE A l J T s . i . 83 STEADFASTNESS 84 FROM T HE PRISONW INDO VS . . 85 THEL ONELYII OUSE . h . 86 NATURE AP TD AN, 87 THEU NKXOJVMNU SIC, . 88 THE OASIS . 89 MIGRATION . 90 SLUMBESRO NG . 91 To COUNTC ARL V ON SNOILSKY . 92 WHEREERY OUG O . . 93 AN IDLE S PARRO J SSO NG . 94 HERS OUL A ND BODY . . 95 A WOODT HOUGHT, 96 REINCARNATION, 97 SUSSET . 98 RESIGNATIOX 99 IN A DAHABIAH . . 100 RESURRECTIO . X 103 STARLIGH A T X L, RULBUL, . 104 THED REAM-CHIL . D . . . I O j WITH SOMEL ILIES-OF-THE-VALL . E Y . 106 FOR A DEAD COMEDIAN . . 107 FATE . . 108 CONTENTS. THE LOST ARGOSIES HYPXOTISM . HOPES . ATo MORE . WIND-MUSIC . Do NOT GROW OLD . Two VIOLETSS HINING IN THE DEW . THEC HURCH O F ST. JACQUES . ROXDEL . A SONG, O F YESTERDAY . EAST AND WEST . REMIXISCEN O C F E T ATOI . WITH A BOOK O F VERSES . . . PAGE . 109 IN THE SHADE OF YGDRASIL. HEREDITY. I MEET upon the woodland ways At morn a lady fair Adown her slender shoulders strays Her raven hair And none who looks into her eyes Canfail to feel and know That in this conscious clay there lies Some soul-aglow. But I, who meet her oft about The woods in morning song, 1 see behind her far stretch out A ghostly throng. A priest, a prince, a, lord, a maid, Faces of grief and sin, 4 high-born lady and a jade, A harlequin-Two lines of ghosts in masquerade, Who push her where they will, As if it were the wind that swayed A daffodil. She sings, she weeps, she smiles, she sighs, Looks cruel, sweet or base The features of her fathers rise And haunt her face. As if it were the wind that swayed Some stately daffodil, Upon her face they masquerade And work their will. ENVIRONMENT. HIGH up around the mountain rock Wild sweep the lightning and the storm The spruce grows firm against their shock, Stunted and gnarled and rude of form, With twisted roots that interlock. But by the rivulet far below, Up from-the rich dark loam and drift, Where storms come not and winds are slow, Behold the stately willow lift And sway long branches to and fro MICROCOSM. UPON the morning path one sees, When all the land is green and new, The sun, the skies, the clouds, the trees, Deep-mirrored in a drop of desv. Ah, had we more than mortal eyes To pierce the sombre shadows here, Might we not see how trembling lies The universe within, z tear