#AmericanWriters
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
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.
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
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,
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…
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…