#Americans #Women
THERE is a magic pathway through… There is a current in the troubled… A happy course to steer, if one bu… A meaning to the dream. And some in love and some in dogma…
YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…
JUST a very common thing - Shouts and whistles, bells that ri… Just a platform in the rain And a slowly moving train; Just a woman dressed in black
DEAR, if you love me, hold me mo… Chosen from out the many who would… Your gladness gladly - heavily you… Who best can sympathize, best comp… Where others fail; who, breathless…
IN this still cloister where the… Waist-high between the arches and… You would have walked a thousand y… So faithful, who are now so infide… You would have fancied your wild h…
THE house is bright with lights a… Like a palace in the Arabian Nigh… Lights in festoons and lights in c… In chandeliers and crystal lustres… And all the length of the stairs’…
I WANTED you to come to-day Or so I told you in my letter And yet, if you had stayed away, I should have liked you so much be… I should have sipped my tea unseen…
THE white cat is sleeping by the… With her paws tucked under her chi… Very tame and gentle she is sleepi… Whom I saw but now come in, Come in from the dark night and th…
FARE you well, who love the high… Love the cities, tall and bright, For the forest ways are my ways, And the birds’ songs my delight, And the stars in river byways
MAGIC for fitful souls whose aim… Pleasures that forfeit not the man… Who deem themselves absolved to ap… While they, protesting hate, pursu… Who lack strength to attain or els…
AND will you rest at last, storm-… In this poor heart, who would your… Will you sink down at last, conten… The common treaures of tranquillit… Will you forget your high and fier…
You who are strong, and do not kno… That weaker spirits feel, but do n… The need to lean on someone who is… Oh! see you give their silent want… Be not so busy with your own caree…
THE LIGHT of spring On the emerald earth, A man, a maid, And a mood of mirth, A foolish jest,
THE rustling palms bend readily Between the sun and me; The trades blow warm and steadily Across the turquoise sea; But I’d rather feel the March win…
‘NEVER,’ he said, ‘nevermore, In the murmuring stillness of nigh… Shall I wait for her hand on my d… Confident, light; Still is the night as before,