#AmericanWriters
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
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…
If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…
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…
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…