A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.

A Love Song From The North

Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
Dreams of delight that are gone,
When swift to my side came the feet of my lover
With stars of the dusk and the dawn?