When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
In the Harbor 1882
- Becalmed
- The Poet's Calendar
- Autumn Within
- The Four Lakes of Madison
- Victor and Vanquished
- Moonlight
- The Children's Crusade - A fragment
- Sundown
- Chimes
- Four by the Clock
- Auf Wiedersehen
- Elegiac Verse
- The City and the Sea
- Memories
- Hermes Trismegistus
- To the Avon
- President Garfield
- My Books
- Mad River
- Possibilities
- Decoration Day
- A Fragment
- Loss and Gain
- Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain
- The Bells of San Blas
- Fragments