blown as a tree through and through
With the winds of the keen mountain passes,
And tender as sun-smitten dew;
Sharp-tongued as the winter that shakes
The wastes of your limitless lakes,
Wide-eyed as the sea-line's blue.

O strong-winged soul with prophetic
Lips hot with the bloodbeats of song,
With tremor of heartstrings magnetic,
With thoughts as thunders in throng,
With consonant ardours of chords
That pierce men's souls as with swords
And hale them hearing along.
--_Algernon Swinburne_

Serene, vast head, with silver cloud of hair,
Lined on the purple dusk of death
A stern medallion, velvet set--
Old Norseman throned, not chained upon thy chair:
Thy grasp of hand, thy hearty breath
Of welcome thrills me yet
As when I faced thee there.

Loving my plain as thou thy sea,
Facing the east as thou the west,
I bring a handful of grass to thee,
The prairie grasses I know the best--
Type of the wealth and width of the plain,
Strong of the strength of the wind and sleet,
Fragrant with sunlight and cool with rain--
I bring it, and lay it low at thy feet,
Here by the eastern sea.
--_Hamlin Garland_

I toss upon Thy grave,
(After Thy life resumed, after the pause, the backward glance of Death;
Hence, hence the vistas on, the march continued,
In larger spheres, new lives in paths untrodden,
On! till the circle rounded, ever the journey on!)
Upon Thy grave,--the vital sod how thrilled as from
Thy limbs and breast transpired,
Rises the spring's sweet utterance of flowers,--
I toss this sheaf of song, these scattered leaves of love!
For thee, Thy Soul and Body spent for me,
--And now still living, now in love, transmitting still
Thy Soul, Thy Flesh to me, to all!--
These variant phrases of the long-immortal chant
I toss upon Thy grave!
--_George Cabot Lodge_

I am no slender singing bird
That feeds on puny garden seed!
My songs are stronger than those heard
In ev'ry wind-full, shallow reed!
My pipes are jungle-grown and need
A strong man's breath to blow them well;
A strong soul's sense to solve their spell
And be by their deep music stirred.

My voice speaks not, in lisping notes,
The