Down to our nose's very end

We see, and are invincible,

Too vigilant to comprehend

FOR A DEAD LADY

No more with overflowing light

Shall fill the eyes that now are faded,

ATHERTON'S GAMBIT

The master played the bishop's pawn,

For jest, while Atherton looked on;

Let him teach her till she know

That all seasons are the same,

And all sheltered ways are fair,

THE COMPANION

Let him answer as he will,

Or be lightsome as he may,

BON VOYAGE

Child of a line accurst

And old as Troy,

VICKERY'S MOUNTAIN

Blue in the west the mountain stands,

And through the long twilight

THE PILOT

From the Past and Unavailing

Out of cloudland we are steering;

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,

But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,

Miniver sighed for what was not,

And dreamed, and rested from his labors;

He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,