#AmericanWriters
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?
Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.