- A ragged drummer rides along the street...
- Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan...
- SMOKE
- MOODS
- When I am weary at the antic chance...
- Shall we be christened poets, children of God...
- THE COMPLEX LIFE
- I feel so much alone...
- Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death...
- The scandal-monger after all is right —...
- My pain has all the patience of a nun...
- NERVES
- BLACK VELVET
- The curtains are drawn as though it still were night...
- Mouth of the dust I kiss, corruption absolute...
- Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre of your lives...
- Oh, just beyond the curve of ideal quest...
- Like flocks of tired birds when autumn comes...
- A ROSE
- The adored, wild, strange, irresistible...
- I think myself...
- What words that move on wings in a long drift...
- It is still something to have cheated God...
- How often, when the thought of suicide...