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Copyright, 1905, by HARPER & BROTHERS. _All rights reserved._ Published August, 1905.
Ave atque Vale 3 "Chaque baiser vaut un roman" 4 As a Pale Child 5 Flower of the Clove 6 Too Late 7 The Supreme Sacrifice 8 Malua 9 Love's Legacy 10 How we would Live! 11 In Extremis 12 The Forgiveness 13 With Music 14 Alpha and Omega 15 Flowers of Ice 16 Love and Death 17 The Message 18 Tempest and Calm 19 After Rain 20 Not through this Door 21 Pot-Pourri 22 Eadem Semper 23 To a Woman 24 Aspiration--I 25 Aspiration--II 26 The Gypsy Blood 27 Not Dead but Sleeping 28 The Last Gift 29 Amor Mysticus 30 The Pattern of the Earth 31 Disguised 32
On the White Road 35 The Wanderer 36 False 37 A Song of the Oregon Trail 38 The Apple-Tree 39 Silver and Rose 40 To-Morrow 41 The Greater Joy 42 The Rose-Colored Camelia-Tree 43 Good-Bye Sorrow 44 In Harbor 45 Rosa Mundi 46 The Ribbon 47 The Aster 48 Heart and Hand 49 The Golden Fruit 50 To a Moth 52 Winter Song 53 Youth 54 Persephone 55 Étoiles d'Enfer 57 Enough of Singing 58 Truth 59 The Philosopher 60 Prayers 61 A South-Sea Lover Scorned 62 In May 64 For Your Sake 65 Lyric Love 67 Be Still 68 Butterfly Words 69 Music 70 The Ghost 72 Fight! 74 In Tonga 75 This was the Song 76 To E. D. 78 The Dance 79 Vanquished 80 Tranquillity 81
As a blown leaf across the face of Time Your name falls emptily upon my heart. In this new symmetry you have no part, No lot in my fair life. The stars still chime Autumn and Spring in ceaseless pantomime. I play with Beauty, which is kin to Art, Forgetting Nature. Nor do pulses start To hear your soul remembered in a rhyme.
You may not vex me any more. The stark Terror of life has passed, and all the stress. Winds had their will of me, and now caress, Blown from bland groves I know. Time dreams, and I, As on a mirror, see the days go by In nonchalant procession to the dark.
I, living love and laughter, have forgot The way the heart has uttered melody. As sobbing, plaintive cadence of the sea A poet's soul should rest, remembering not The inland paths of green, the flowers, the spot Where fairies ring. In hermit ecstasy Music is born, and gay or wofully Lovers of Poesy share her lonely lot.