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Rh Constrained afresh, he seeks the hall; His shrivelled fingers, how they quiver! — Perchance that someone will deliver His name this evening from its fall? “Realistic Strophes” (1890).

I love moist eve by riversides, That shells abundantly adorn, When coolness from them gently glides And from afar white foam is borne.

I cherish there the birches most And willows, where the shadows crowd; Shrill crickets, flies, — a dancing host And distant towns in fading shroud.

Fishermen there entrance my sight In sluggish skiff that hazes veil, Afloat 'mid eve's decaying light, When in blue mists red sunsets fail.

And when the eventide has sunk, And on the stream the moon is reeling, That rover of the night-time, drunk With bluish haze from waters stealing,

My rhythmic tunes I love to lace 'Mid memories and wistful thought, While wavelets plash with muffled grace And all my spirit is distraught. “Blossoms of Intimate Moods” (1891). 3