Sabrina fair,
——Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
——In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
——Listen for dear honour's sake,
——Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!

——Listen and appear to us,
——In name of great Oceanus,
——By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
——And Tethys' grave majestic pace;
——By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
——And the Carpathian wizard's hook;
——By scaly Triton's winding shell,
——And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell;

For a little while,
A heartsick season,
Blind fate's unreason
Withheld thy face,—
For a sunless space
Thy voice, thy smile.

But now on the hills
There is health and laughter.
No more hereafter
The voiceless pain.
There's mirth in the rain,
There's May in the rills.

Now earth's far corners
No more withhold thee;
No more enfold thee
The fetters of change;
And thou art stranger
To the tears of mourners.

For me and thee
No more—no longer—
The hopeless hunger,
The hearts of fire;—
The unquenched desire

There's a beautiful Artist abroad in the world,
And her pencil is dipped in heaven,—
The gorgeous hues of Italian skies,
The radiant sunset's richest dyes,
The light of Aurora's laughing eyes,
Are each to her pictures given.

As I walked abroad yestere'en, what time
The sunset was fairest to see,
I saw her wonderful brush had been
Over a maple tree—half of it green—
And the fairest coloring that ever was seen
She had left on that maple tree.

There was red of every possible hue,
There was yellow of every dye,

Her home is far, oh! far away!
The clear light in her eyes
Hath haught to do with earthly day,
'Tis kindled from the skies.
Let her depart!

She looks upon the things of earth,
Even as some gentle star
Seems gazing down on grief or mirth,
How softly, yet how far!
Let her depart!

Her spirit's hope—her bosom's love—
Oh! could they mount and fly!
She never sees a wandering dove,
But for its wings to sigh.
Let her depart!

She never hears a soft wind bear
Low music on its way,
But deems it sent from heavenly air,

They say there is a fairy in every streak'd tulip.
I have rows and rows of them beside my door.
Hoop-la! Come out, Brownie,
And I will give you an emerald ear-ring!
You had better come out,
For to-morrow may be stormy,
And I could never bring myself to part with my emerald ear-rings
Unless there was a moon.

Now at the grave of Summer stands
A priest, in purple vestments stoled,
And through the hills, his lifted hands,
There runs a rosary of gold.

October is a piper,
Piping down the dell—
Sad sweet songs of sunshine—
Summer's last farewell,
He pipes till grey November
Comes in the mist and rain,
And then he puts his pipe away
Till Autumn comes again.

I have said yes to life, I take nothing back:
When the tide has gone against me I have said yes to life,
In the hour of dismay as well as in the hour of conquest I have said yes to life,
When life has been quoted against virtue and justice I have said yes to life,
Is the battle lost? I still say yes, forever yes, to life.
I went where evil was freest and did its worst,
I went into the darkest places where joy was rated very low:
Wherever I went I carried my yes with me—
Carried it with me in my heart, in my face, in my words,

after 11 years
she is still as sleek as an unspayed siamese
charming everyone into her audience
she is a winner
rising to associate director of a department store
quitting to have 2 children
(1 for each of her husband's houses)
nothing has changed
she is still as leggy as a doe
her iris-blue eyes
her long smooth arms holding me in confidence
as she complains
motherhood hasn't done much
she's as flat as ever
glancing toward the table of husbands
I try to pick hers
nothing has changed
short smug & meaty

The Pictis houndis were nocht of sic speed
As Scottis houndis, nor yet sae gude at need,
Nor in sic game they were nocht half sae gude,
Nor of sic pleasure, nor sic pulchritude.
The King therefore he did give every man
Of the best houndis were among them than,
At their pleasure that time they were nocht spared
With horse and hound and all other reward.

This noble King, of whom before I told,
One hound he had both curious and bold,
Pleasant but peir, and full of pulchritude,
Supple and swift and in all game richt gude: