#AmericanWriters
Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
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 -…
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…
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…
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold