#AmericanWriters
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still