#AmericanWriters
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
‘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…
White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.