#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Sometimes I know the way You walk, up over the bay; It is a wind from that far sea That blows the fragrance of your h… Or in this garden when the breeze
Three summers since I chose a mai… Too young maybe—but more’s to do At harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love and me and all things huma…
Not for that city of the level sun… Its golden streets and glittering… The shadeless, sleepless city of w… White nights, or nights and days t… We weary, when all is said, all th…
I remember rooms that have had the… In the steady slowing down of the… The room in Paris, the room at Ge… The little damp room with the seaw… And that ceaseless maddening sound…
A purple blot against the dead whi… In my friend’s rooms, bathed in th… I had not noticed her before She snatched my eyes and threw the… She did not speak till we came out…
Up here, with June, the sycamore… Across the window a whispering scr… I shall miss the sycamore more I… Than anything else on this earth t… But I mean to go through the door…
Here, in the darkness, where this… Stands nearer than God stands to… And one small candle shines, but n… As the far lights of everlastingne… I’d rather kneel than over there,…
Do you remember the two old people… on the road to Kerity, Resting their sack on the stones,… Looking at us with their lightless… through the driving rain, and then…
The forest road, The infinite straight road stretch… World without end: the breathless… Of the black listening trees: the… Beyond the window that you shut to…
The town is old and very steep A place of bells and cloisters and… And black-clad people walking in t… A nun, a priest, a woman taking fl… To her new grave; and watched from…
Down the long quay the slow boats… While here and there a house looms… Against the gloom of the waterside… And some high window throws a ligh… As they sail out into the night.
Sweetheart, for such a day One mustn’t grudge the score; Here, then, it’s all to pay, It’s Good-night at the door. Good-night and good dreams to you,…
Tide be runnin’ the great world ov… ’Twas only last June month I mind… Was thinkin’ the toss and the call… So everlastin’ as the sea. Heer’s the same little fishes that…
My heart is lame with running afte… Such a long way, Shall we walk slowly home, looking… Perhaps to-day? Home down the quiet evening roads…
White, through the gate it gleamed… In shattered sunshine. The parche… Their scarlet petals from the beds… Like children unloved and ill-kept Dreamed through the hours Two blu…