Songs Of Travel

I. THE VAGABOND Give to me the life I love

II. YOUTH AND LOVE--I Once only by the garden gate

III. YOUTH AND LOVE--II To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside

IV. In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

V. She rested by the Broken Brook

VI. The infinite shining heavens

VII. Plain as the glistering planets shine

VIII. To you, let snow and roses

IX. Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams

X. I know not how it is with you

XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE Berried brake and reedy island

XIII. MATER TRIUMPHANS Son of my woman's body, you go, to the drum and fife

XIV. Bright is the ring of words

XV. In the highlands, in the country places

XVI. Home no more home to me, whither must I wander

XVII. WINTER In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane

XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain

XIX. TO DR. HAKE In the beloved hour that ushers day

XX. TO ---- I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills

XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear

XXII. I have trod the upward and the downward slope

XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder

XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light

XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH God, if this were enough

XXVI. MY WIFE Trusty, dusky, vivid, true

XXVII. TO THE MUSE Resign the rhapsody, the dream

XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS Since long ago, a child at home

XXIX. TO KALAKAUA The Silver Ship, my King--that was her name

XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI Forth from her land to mine she goes

XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE To see the infinite pity of this place

XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H. I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare

XXXIII. TO MY WIFE Long must elapse ere you behold again

XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS Do you remember--can we e'er forget

XXXV. The tropics vanish, and meseems that I

XXXVI. TO S. C. I heard the pulse of the besieging sea

XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards

XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN In all the grove, nor stream nor bird

XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well

XL. AN END OF TRAVEL Let now your soul in this substantial world

XLI. We uncommiserate pass into the night

XLII. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone

XLIII. TO S. R. CROCKETT Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying

XLIV. EVENSONG The embers of the day are red