Many a day I’ve wished, through t… That love’s immortality would come… But each day that I’ve wished bri… For each day that I’ve wished has… O’ for a love everlasting, O’ for…

When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…

From ages of circles many question… As yet wisdom asks, “What have we… Have we ebbed the trying tides of… Or merely better wrought an old de… From clubs and spears, rocks and s…

I’ve reclined amidst this nightly… And leaned mine ear into the still… Shall angels sound, or sirens sing… What this night shall silence brin… The silent darkness besets mine ea…

This reflected face I see could n… O’ I wish this not to be, But this mirrored spirit of wasted… Is looking back at me. Alas has come this image stark—

Too Far from Home I once had awakened to find myself… A-drifting; O, I found myself a-d… drifting all alone! I now have awakened, as once I wa…

O’ the black bird this final twili… He comes this night upon stealthy… And thus to this I am fraught wit… For darkness knells; O’ whither s… Upon the ethereal wind this bird h…

By the wind of a nor’easter gale A ragged ship and crew set sail Upon the everlasting. Each plank be rotted aft to fore, Thus too each soul the pity more

Accurséd be the refuge of Baneber… For those who shelter there, Where the lingering spirits stalk… From depths of great despair; And the walls they breathe as tho’…

O’ torrents of darkness And voices from the pitch, Be this a tempest or madness, It matters not which! O’ tormented and sorrowed,

Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,

O’ I have found no peace in my pr… For there is no wealth in my dispa… And therefore I have found no cla… In this life, alone! I have found the darkness of despe…

‘Tis with valour those souls have… That shine the staves that bards h… Thus their honours written sound t… That onward tolls a timeless knell… As casualties chime a continuous t…

The world may twist and turn in tu… Thus winter dims away the hours, But this poet sits upon the summer… In the flowing fields of flowers!

Oh, dark, but museful spirit! Thy very essence tasks me cruel, As thy lamentations yet emanate Like ripples in a pool: Thy voice is clear upon mine ear,