Viii

Words for my song like sighing of dim seas, Words with no thought in them,--a piping reed, An infant’s cry, a moan low-uttered,--these Are all the words I need.

Others have song for broad-winged winds that pass, For stars and sun, for standing men around; I put my mouth low down into the grass, And whisper to the ground.

HERE END THE POEMS WHICH WERE FIRST PUBLISHED IN A VOLUME IN 1876

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF LATER DATES