ath
The End
The Starling
Market Day
Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina
Francis II, King of Naples
To John Keats

The Boston Athenaeum

Verses for Children

Sea Shell
Fringed Gentians
The Painted Ceiling
The Crescent Moon
Climbing
The Trout
Wind
The Pleiades

Thanks are due to the editor of the 'Atlantic Monthly',
and to Messrs. G. Schirmer, Inc., for their courteous permission
to reprint certain of these poems which have been copyrighted by them.

[All these copyrights are now expired.]

LYRICAL POEMS

Before the Altar

Before the Altar, bowed, he stands
With empty hands;
Upon it perfumed offerings burn
Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn.
Not one of all these has he given,
No flame of his has leapt to Heaven
Firesouled, vermilion-hearted,
Forked, and darted,
Consuming what a few spare pence
Have cheaply bought, to fling from hence
In idly-asked petition.

His sole condition
Love and poverty.
And while the moon
Swings slow across the sky,
Athwart a waving pine tree,
And soon
Tips all the needles there
With silver sparkles, bitterly
He gazes, while his soul
Grows hard with thinking of the poorness of his dole.

"Shining and distant Goddess, hear my prayer
Where you swim in the high air!
With charity look down on me,
Under this tree,
Tending the gifts I have not brought,
The rare and goodly things
I have not sought.
Instead, take from me all my life!

"Upon the wings
Of shimmering moonbeams
I pack my poet's dreams
For you.
My wearying strife,
My courage, my loss,
Into the night I toss
For you.
Golden Divinity,
Deign to look down on me
Who so unworthily
Offers to you:
All life has known,
Seeds withered unsown,
Hopes turning quick to fears,
Laughter which dies in tears.
The shredded remnant of a man
Is all the span
And compass of my offering to you.

"Empty an