1. The brain within its groove

    The brain within its groove
    Runs evenly and true;
    But let a splinter swerve,
    T'were easier for you
    To put the water back
    When floods have slit the hills,
    And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
    And blotted out the mills!

  2. The Caspian

    The Caspian has its realms of sand,
    Its other realm of sea;
    Without the sterile perquisite
    No Caspian could be.

  3. We outgrow love

    We outgrow love like other things
    And put it in the drawer,
    Till it an antique fashion shows
    Like costumes grandsires wore.

  4. I died for beauty

    I died for beauty, but was scarce
    Adjusted in the tomb,
    When one who died for truth was lain
    In an adjoining room.

    He questioned softly why I failed?
    "For beauty," I replied.
    "And I for truth, — the two are one;
    We brethren are," he said.

  5. The morning after death

    The bustle in a house
    The morning after death
    Is solemnest of industries
    Enacted upon earth,—

    The sweeping up the heart,
    And putting love away
    We shall not want to use again
    Until eternity.