#AmericanWriters
When the white dawn comes I shall kneel to welcome it; The dread that darkened on my eyes Shall vanish and be gone. I shall look upon it
I like to think this friendship th… As youth’s high gift in our two ha… Still shall we find as bright, unt… What time the fleeting years have… I like to think we two shall watch…
Though other eyes were turned to h… He turned to look in mine; Though others filled the cup abrim… He might not taste the wine. I am so glad my eyes were first
What do they know of youth, who st… They but the singers of a golden s… Who may not guess its worth or won… Like largesse to the throng. We only,—young no longer,—old so l…
My poplars are like ladies trim, Each conscious of her own estate; In costume somewhat over prim, In manner cordially sedate, Like two old neighbours met to cha…
The long grief left her old’and… Came love and made her young again As though some newer, gentler Spr… Should start dead roses blossoming… Old roses that have lain full long
My father took me by the hand And led me home again; (He brought me in from sorrow As you’d bring a child from rain). The child’s place at the hearth-st…
A hundred miles between us Could never part us more Than that one step you took from m… What time my need was sore. A hundred years between us
Below them in the twilight the qui… And warm within its holding, the o… But here within the open fields th… And, hand in hand, across them the… Below them in the village are peac…
We are the keepers of that steadfa… that guides people’s course and de… Not ours the skill directing over… the might beams that blaze the pat… Ours but the hands that, serving,…
White rose-leaves in my hands, I toss you all away; The winds shall blow you through t… To seek my wedding day. Or East you go, or West you go
The three ghosts on the lonesome r… Spake each to one another, “Whence came that stain about your… No lifted hand may cover?” “From eating of forbidden fruit,
Good-bye, my song ' I, who foun… Offer my joy today a useless lute. In the deep night I sang me of th… The sun is on my face and I am mu… Good-bye, my song, in you was all…
My love it should be silent, being… And being very peaceful should be… Still as the utmost depths of ocea… Serenely silent as some mighty hil… Yet is my love so great it needs m…
Sometimes, slow moving through unl… The need to look on beauty falls o… As on the blind the anguished wish… As on the dumb the urge to rage or… Beauty of marble where the eyes ma…