Upon the brink of the wild stream He stood, and dreamt a mighty dream.

The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.

And thus He mused: 'From here, indeed Shall we strike terror in the Swede? And here a city by our labor Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor; 'Here cut' - …

'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking Fragments of being, while together you and I…

Across the silent stream Where the dream-shadows go, From the dim blue Hill of Dream I have heard the west wind blow.

Duluth! The word fell upon my ear with a peculiar and indescribable charm, like the gentle murmur of a low fountain stealing forth in the midst of roses, or th…

With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.