#AmericanWriters
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…
My life has been like a bee that r… Through a scented garden close, And ’tis I who have kept the hone… The hoarded sweetness and scent th… For all I forget the rose.
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…
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
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
He made him a love o’ dreams— He raised for his heart’s delight— (As the heart of June a crescent… A frail, fair spirit of light. He gave her the gift of joy—
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…
All that I know of love I see In eyes that never look at me; All that I know of love I guess But from another’s happiness. A beggar at the window I,
They whisper at my very gate, These clacking gossips every one, ‘We saw them in the wood of late, Her and the widow’s son; The horses at the forge may wait,
I am as weary as a child That weeps upon its mother’s breas… For joy of comforting. But I Have no such place to rest. I am as weary as a bird
I saw the old sea captain in his c… Shaved till his chin was pink, and… In a broadcloth suit and varnished… (I’d seen him last with a slicker… And it happened that I went home…
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…
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…
They are ashamed who leave so soon The Inn of Grief—who thought to s… Through many a faithful sun and mo… Yet tarry but a day. Shame-faced I watch them pay the…
The moon tonight is like the sun Through blossomed branches seen; Come out with me, dear silent one, And trip it on the green. ‘Nay, Lad, go you within its ligh…