A Boy's Will

Heroic in its nakedness,

So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

To mar the love of two

'Stranger, I wish I knew.'
Within, the bride in the dusk alone

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart

It is under the small, dim, summer star.

Ghost House

I DWELL in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,

My Butterfly
There are things that can never be the same.

The Vantage Point
And again scornful, but there is no one hurt.