In Memoriam E. H.

I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare

To my Wife

Long must elapse ere you behold again

To my old Familiars

Do you remember—can we e’er forget

The tropics vanish, and meseems that I

To S. C.

I heard the pulse of the besieging sea

The House of Tembinoka

Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards

The Woodman

In all the grove, nor stream nor bird

Tropic Rain

As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well

An End of Travel

Let now your soul in this substantial world

We uncommiserate pass into the night

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone

To S. R. Crockett

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