#AmericanWriters
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…