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I saw a lady on the stair, And she was, oh, so strangely fair… With a knot of butter-colored hair… And a waiting, listening, wonderin… She was tall as a lady ought to be…
NIGHT after night within the gro… The night wind spares the sacred f… The breath made visible of love, Of worship and desire. I set the tripod at thy shrine;
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…
ONLY the stars remain to travele… Unalterable; the waters change the… Beneath the flattery of alien skie… From jade to silver and from bronz… Sunrise and sunset spread their lo…
COURAGE to ask of love neither… Wisdom to wait, silence and faith… Fear, not alone lest the bond be s… But, that love, too desperately de…
JUST a very common thing - Shouts and whistles, bells that ri… Just a platform in the rain And a slowly moving train; Just a woman dressed in black
ON these brown rocks the waves di… As when our fathers saw them first… If such a one could come again and… This ancient haven in its latter d… These haughty palaces and gardens…
FARE you well, who love the high… Love the cities, tall and bright, For the forest ways are my ways, And the birds’ songs my delight, And the stars in river byways
THE white cat is sleeping by the… With her paws tucked under her chi… Very tame and gentle she is sleepi… Whom I saw but now come in, Come in from the dark night and th…
HE (after a pause): Dear, are you… SHE: Yes, though not at you, But at myself. Of course, we know… That when a man respects a girl... HE (interrupting): I thought
I have loved England, dearly and… Since that first morning, shining… The white cliffs of Dover I saw r… Out of the sea that once made her… I had no thought then of husband o…
ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wis… And, seeking long, I could no flo… Now golden flowers are blooming fa… But, ah! dear love, thou art no lo…
O FRANCE, with what a shamed an… We now recall that in a bygone day We sought of you art, wit, perfect… You were to us a playground and a… Paris was ours - its sudden green…
‘YES, Spring has come,’ the groc… And tied a final knot of string, Rang up the change and becked his… Elated at the breath of Spring. ‘Yes, Spring has come,’ the poet…