Washington’s Monument February, 1885
Of That Blithe Throat of Thine
To Get the Final Lilt of Songs
The United States to Old World Critics
Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here
Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!
On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!