So, many a humble poet dreams
His songs will touch the human heart,
And full of hope his offering lays
Before the shrine of Art;
Poor dreamer, may he never know
That he too draws a silent bow!




CONTENTS


PROEM
MY PROMENADE SOLITAIRE
REINCARNATION
TO THE "RING NEBULA"
THE WAIF
THE SILVER HERONS
TO THE SPHINX
YOUTH AND AGE
SUNSET AT INTERLAKEN
UNDER THE STARS
CORSICA
TO THE VENUS OF MELOS
MORS LEONIS
A STORY OF THE SEA
OLD HYMN TUNES
BEFORE A STATUE OF BUDDHA
THE PILLARS OF HERCULES