#AmericanWriters
Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…
Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.