Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling; it is best.
Keramos and Other Poems 1878
A Book of Sonnets. Part II
- Nature
- In the Churchyard at Tarrytown
- Eliot's Oak
- The Descent of the Muses
- Venice
- The Poets
- Parker Cleaveland
- The Harvest Moon
- To the River Rhone
- The Three Silences of Molinos
- The Two Rivers
- Boston
- St. John's, Cambridge
- Moods
- Woodstock Park
- The Four Princesses at Wilna
- Holidays
- Wapentake
- The Broken Oar
Birds of Passage. Flight the Fifth