Lest I learn, with clearer sight. _Witter Bynner_ 18 Lo--to the battle-ground of Life. _Louis Untermeyer_ 9 Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches. _Tertius van Dyke_ 8 May is building her house. With apple blooms. _Richard Le Gallienne_ 3 Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound. _Sara Teasdale_ 13 O blest Imagination. _George Edward Woodberry_ 28 Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern. _Francis Hill_ 49 Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe. _Percy MacKaye_ 30 One whom I loved and never can forget. _Hermann Hagedorn_ 23 Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height. _Witter Bynner_ 38 Over the dim edge of sleep I lean. _Robert Alden Sanborn_ 9 Over the wintry threshold. _Bliss Carman_ 2 Proud men. _Nicholas Vachel Lindsay_ 39 Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb. _Louis V. Ledoux_ 57 Sorrow, quit me for a while. _Florence Earle Coates_ 20 The moon’s ashine; by many a lane. _Richard Burton_ 62 The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare. _Shaemas OSheel_ 43 The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow. _William Rose Benét_ 34 The twilight is starred. _John Hall Wheelock_ 20 The Wind bows down the poplar trees. _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 5 They call you cold New England. _Marguerite Mooers Marshall_ 27 War shook the land where Levi dwelt. _Edwin Arlington Robinson_ 48 Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus. _Louis V. Ledoux_ 1 Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair. _Richard Burton_ 23 What of the night? _Willard Huntington Wright_ 55 With rod and line I took my way. _Madison Cawein_ 5 Transcriber’s Notes