| » The Wayfarer - Love entered in my heart one day, A sad, unwelcome guest; But when he begged that he might stay, I l .....read more |
| » The Shrine - There is no lord within my heart, Left silent as an empty shrine Where rose and myrtle intertwine, W .....read more |
| » The Blind - The birds are all a-building, They say the world's a-flower, And still I linger lonely Within a barr .....read more |
| » Buried Love - I shall bury my weary Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall .....read more |
| » On the Death of Swinburne - He trod the earth but yesterday, And now he treads the stars. He left us in the April time He praise .....read more |
| » The Years - To-night I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me-- The years before I saw your face .....read more |
| » Dusk in War Time - A half-hour more and you will lean To gather me close in the old sweet way-- But oh, to the woman ov .....read more |
| » Nightfall - We will never walk again As we used to walk at night, Watching our shadows lengthen Under the gold s .....read more |
| » The Old Maid - I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn .....read more |
| » Longing - I am not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity i .....read more |
| » Spring In War Time - I feel the Spring far off, far off, The faint far scent of bud and leaf-- Oh how can Spring take hea .....read more |
| » Communism - When my blood flows calm as a purling river, When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, It is th .....read more |
| » The Duet - I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey, Were singing together a blithe duet, .....read more |
| » Wherefore - Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew, A healed wound opened, or the past revived? Last night i .....read more |
| » The Coquette - Alone she sat with her accusing heart, That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep, And every tho .....read more |
| » An Answer - If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I wo .....read more |
| » Mockery - Why do we grudge our sweets so to the living Who, God knows, find at best too much of gall, And then .....read more |
| » The Last Exit - Our love was all arrayed in pleasantness, A tender little love that sighed and smiled At little ha .....read more |
