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 Father Ignatius,—Yet for safety's sake,— Give ye the thalers,—that they read a mass For that same pike-man's soul,—that when my foot Is set in heaven,—the carrion may not From flames of hell lock forth upon me with Those eyes of his,—the ending,—Yea,—because— "The Apostles" (1911). 



is the sweetest grass-plot for a bed, In softest lethargy to close the eyes, On naught to brood, nor yearn, but let the head Droop in the grassy couch Like wreckage flies A huddled clot of clouds, that yonder soar Behind the mountain's ridge All lulls thee here, Insects adrone, grass, plant-steme bending o'er, The flight of sluggish moths To thee appear Gleams as from waters, with a radiant leap. And by thy head there stands a calm unknown. Thou feel'st 'tis wondrous with the dead to sleep, For Earth has cradle-ditties of her own! "From My Country" (1893). 