#AmericanWriters
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,
You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
Behold, from the land of the farth… I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming p… Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrab…
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. “No flowers for him,” he said.
A man went before a strange God— The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing. “Kneel, mortal, and cringe
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great li… “Let me into the darkness again.”
The trees in the garden rained flo… Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… “O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… ‘O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
I HEARD thee laugh, And in this merriment I defined the measure of my pain; I knew that I was alone, Alone with love,
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there
THOU art my love And thou art the peace of sundown When the blue shadows soothe And the grasses and the leaves sle… To the song of the little brooks
Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear… And clash and clash of hoof and he… Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind:
A man feared that he might find an… Another that he might find a victi… One was more wise than the other.