Sister Saint Luke.

She lived shut in by flowers and trees
And shade of gentle bigotries.
On this side lay the trackless sea,
On that the great world's mystery;
But all unseen and all unguessed
They could not break upon her rest.
The world's far splendours gleamed and flashed,
Afar the wild seas foamed and dashed;
But in her small, dull Paradise,
Safe housed from rapture or surprise,
Nor day nor night had power to fright
The peace of God that filled her eyes.

John Hay

John Milton Hay was an American statesman and official whose government career stretched over almost half a century. He began as a private secretary to Abraham Lincoln, eventually becoming Secretary of State under Presidents William McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. Aside from his political career, Hay was also a poet and writer, remembered for his influence on American literature and foreign policy.

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Blondine.

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The White Flag.

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The Prayer Of The Romans.

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Ernst Of Edelsheim.

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Through The Long Days.

Through the long days and years
    What will my loved one be,
        Parted from me?
Through the long days and years.

Always as then she was,
    Loveliest, brightest, best,
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Always as then she was.

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In A Graveyard.

In the dewy depths of the graveyard
    I lie in the tangled grass,
And watch, in the sea of azure,
    The white cloud-islands pass.

The birds in the rustling branches
    Sing gaily overhead;
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The early flowers sleep shaded
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Without, the world is smiling
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Loch Uisk, Isle Of Mull.

Yon vale among the mountains,
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.

Here stood a stately convent
Where now the waters sleep,
Here floated sweeter music
Than comes from yonder deep.
Above the holy building
The summer cloud would rest,
And listen where to heaven
Rose hymns to God addressed;
For the hills took up the chanting,
And from their emerald wall
The sounds they loved, would, lingering,
In fainter accents fall.

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Too Late.

Had we but met in other days,
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    On your life and my own.

In sweet but hopeless reveries
I fancy how your wistful eyes
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And how our beings joined as one
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Until the earth our lives had given,
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Una.

In the whole wide world there was but one;
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From her gold-flax curls' most marvellous shine
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