#AmericanWriters
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
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…
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…
For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
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…