Lucretia Borgia fair The poppy is. The sunbeams dance in dawn’s ballet; While sunset-panthers past her run To caverns of the Sun; When from the husk of dusk I shake the stars; O dusk, you brown cocoon, Release your moth, the moon, Ah, since that night When to her window, she came forth as light, Have I been Beauty’s acolyte; and there are many other striking lines. In _The Visionary_ a poet steals the pennies on a dead man’s eyes to buy himself bread, and, after his death, the money denied him in life is in turn placed on his sightless eyes. It is irony of the bitterest sort. _Late January_ is an excellent landscape—interpretive rather than descriptive. _Scarlet—White_ is struck at the double standard, and is a strong and powerful utterance. _April_, _Canzonette_, _Lady of the Titian Hair_ are exquisite and charming lyrics. Three graceful compositions are _The Heart-Cry of the Celtic Maid_, _Tarantella_ and _Song for a Rose_. _The Ugly Woman_ will cause discussion, but it is good art. The trio of _Spring Songs_ and _Her Room_ are well nigh perfect. _Mary’s Quest_ is very tender, as is also the _Twilight Lullaby_. _The Leopard_, _Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn_, _The Forest of the Sky_ are wonderfully imaginative, and were written in Chicago,—in the grime and barrenness of Halsted Street. There is a poignant thing of five lines, a mother who is going blind over the death of a son. Her despair is hopeless and tragic—she makes a true and awful picture of realism in her grief. _Heroes_ treats of the nameless heroes, daily met and overlooked. The love poems are sincere as all love poems must be. In _Foreboding_ the note of sadness is emphatic—almost dominant; but there is more than mere sadness in it; it is not a minor note. It is tragedy, really, that speaks in such poetry: Her cold and rigid hands Will be as iron bands Around her lover’s heart; and O’er thee will winter through the sky’s gray sieve Sift down his charity of snow. _The Mad Woman_ (printed in _Poetry_) is as excellent as it is unusual, and few finer things have been done in any literature.