F BOHEMIA
THE VOICE OF THE SEA
LONG ROLL AT NAPOLEON'S TOMB
THE PRINCESS' PROGRESS
YOUTH
AMERICA: GREETING
DAWN
THE POET ON AGRADINA
THE SHEPHERD OF THE SEAS
SLEEP
TO A LADY AT A SPRING
UNFORGOTTEN
THE OLD LION
THE DRAGON OF THE SEAS
THE BENT MONK
THE MESSAGE
THE NEEDLE'S EYE
THE CLOSED DOOR
CONVENTION
THE MAGDALEN
THE REQUIREMENT
THE LISTENER
CONTRADICTION
THE QUESTION
OUR DEAD
MY MOTHER
HER INFLUENCE
MATTHEW ARNOLD
THE STRANGER
LOVE
AN OLD REFRAIN
TO CLAUDIA
THE APPLE-TREES AT EVEN
MY TRUE-LOVE'S WEALTH
A VALENTINE
A PORTRAIT
FELICE
LOVE SONG
THE HARBOUR LIGHT
FADED SPRAY OF MIGNONETTE
LOST ROSES
DE NAME OF OLE VIRGINIA
THE DANCER
THE APRIL-FACE
COME BACK TO US, DAVIE
THE WITCH
HUMANITY
ASPIRATION
REALITY
LITTLE DOLLY DIMPLE
A VALENTINE

DIALECT POEMS (FROM "BEFO' DE WAR")

UNCLE GABE'S WHITE FOLKS
LITTLE JACK
ASHCAKE
ZEKYL'S INFIDELITY
MARSE PHIL
ONE MOURNER

THE COAST OF BOHEMIA

.... "Few, few are they:
Perchance, among a thousand, one
Thou shouldest find, for whom the sun
Of Poesy makes an inner day."
--_The Medea of Euripides--Way's Translation._

DEDICATION

TO F. L. P.

As one who wanders in a lonely land,
Through all the blackness of a stormy night,
Now stumbling here, now falling there outright,
And doubts if it be worse to stir or stand,
Not knowing what abysses yawn at hand,
What torrents roar beyond some beetling height;
Yet scales the top to find the dawn in sight,
And Earth kissed into radiance with its wand:
So, wandering hopeless in the darkness, I,
Scarce recking whither led my painful way,
Or whether I should faint or strive to prove
If 'yond the mountain-top some path might lie,
Climbed boldly up the steep, and lo! the Day
Broke into pearl and splendor in thy love.

THE COAST OF BOHEMIA

There is a land not charted on all charts;
Though many mariners have touched its coast,
Who far adventuring in those distant parts,
Meet ship-wreck there and are forever lost;
Or if they e'er return, are soon once more
Borne far away by hunger for that magic shore.

Its mystic mountains on the horizon piled,
Some mariners have glimpsed when driven far
Out of life's measured course by tempests wild,
Or lured therefrom by the erratic star
They chose a