#AmericanWriters
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
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?
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.