Jeremiah, will you come? _Lyman Bryson_ 31 Jock bit his mittens off and blew his thumbs. _Percy MacKaye_ 16 Life, you have bruised me and chilled me; Fate, you have jeered at my pain. _Faith Baldwin_ 140 Muffled sounds of the city climbing to me at the window. _Jessie Wallace Hughan_ 14 My father and mother were Irish. _Edward J. O’Brien_ 13 Never again to feel that little kiss-- _Lydia Gibson_ 73 Nevermore. _Don Marquis_ 145 Nothing but beauty, now. _Amelia Josephine Burr_ 98 Not unto the forest--not unto the forest, O my lover! _Margaret Widdemer_ 58 O’er ruined road past draggled field. _Bartholomew F. Griffin_ 118 Oh calling, and calling, at the rising of the sun. _E. Sutton_ 119 On these brown rocks the waves dissolve in spray. _Alice Duer Miller_ 32 O shadows past the candle-gleam, so brief to pause in flight. _Ruth Guthrie Harding_ 57 O thou among the Tuscan hills asleep. _Ruth Shepard Phelps_ 135 Patience--but peace of heart we cannot choose. _Percy MacKaye_ 125 Peace! But there is no peace. To hug the thought. _Percy MacKaye_ 124 Perhaps it doesn’t matter that you died. _Walter Conrad Arensberg_ 109 Sea-rimmed and teeming with millions poured out on thy granite shore. _Edwin Davies Schoonmaker_ 45 She fears him, and will always ask. _Edwin Arlington Robinson_ 70 Singer of England’s ire across the sea. _Percy MacKaye_ 123 Sir, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve. _Bliss Carman_ 3 Soft as a treader on mosses. _Olive Tilford Dargan_ 94 Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells. _William Rose Benét_ 136 Strephon kissed me in the spring. _Sara Teasdale_ 63