105

THE EVE OF ALL-SAINTS 110

MATER DOLOROSA 116

THE OLD INN 119

LAST DAYS 121

THE ROMANZA 123

MY ROMANCE 125

THE EPIC 127

THE BLIND HARPER 129

ELPHIN 131

PRE-ORDINATION 134

AT THE STILE 138

THE ALCALDE'S DAUGHTER 140

AT THE CORREGIDOR'S 142

THE PORTRAIT 145

ISMAEL 150

A PRE-EXISTENCE 154

BEHRAM AND EDDETMA 158

THE KHALIF AND THE ARAB 166

ONE DAY AND ANOTHER.

PART I.

1.

_He waits musing._

Herein the dearness of her is:
The thirty perfect days of June
Made one, in beauty and in bliss
Were not more white to have to kiss,
To love not more in tune.

And oft I think she is too true,
Too innocent for our day;
For in her eyes her soul looks new--
Two crowfoot-blossoms watchet-blue
Are not more soft than they.

So good, so kind is she to me,
In darling ways and happy words,
Sometimes my heart fears she may be
Too much with God and secretly
Sweet sister to the birds.

2.

_Becoming impatient._

The owls are quavering, two, now three,
And all the green is graying;
The owls our trysting dials be--
There is no time for staying.

I wait you where this buckeye throws
Its tumbled shadow over
Wood-violet and the bramble-rose,
Long lady-fern and clover.

Spice-seeded sassafras weighs deep
Rough rail and broken paling,
Where all day long the lizards sleep
Like lichen on the railing.

Behind you you will feel the moon's
Gold stealing like young laughter;
And mists--gray ghosts of picaroons--
Its phantom treasure after.

And here together, youth and youth,
Love will be doubly able;
Each be to each as true as truth,
And dear as fairy fable.

The owls are calling and the maize
With fallen dew is dripping--
Ah, girlhood, through the dewy haze
Come like a moonbeam slipping.

3.

_He hums._

There is a fading inward of the day,
And all the pansy sunset hugs one star;
To eastward dwindling all the land is gray,
While bar