When I pass from earth away, Palsied though I be and gray, May my spirit keep so young That my failing, faltering tongue Frames that prayer so dear to me

I and new love, in all its living… Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilig… Went softly by us, treading as on… Then suddenly I saw within the ro… The old love, long since lying in…

“Genius, a man’s weapon, a woman’s… Dear God! there is no sadder fate… Than to be burdened so that you ca… Sit down contented with the common… Of happy mother and devoted wife.

What a terrible night! Does the N… The Night, with her black veil do… Like an ordained nun, know what li… That awful, motionless, snow-white… The winds seem crazed, and, wildly…

Veils, everywhere float veils; vei… Framing white faces, oft-times you… But, like a rose touched by untime… Showing the blighting marks of sor… Veils, veils, veils everywhere. T…

I am a river flowing from God’s s… Through devious ways. He mapped m… I cannot change it; mine alone the… To keep the waters free from grime… The winding river ends where it be…

I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…

With brooding mien and sultry eyes… Outside the gates of Paradise Eve sat, and fed the faggot flame That lit the path whence Adam cam… (Strange are the workings of a wom…

Though with gods the world is cumb… Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, Never god was known to be Who had not his devotee. So I dedicate to mine,

Not quite the same the springtime… Since that sad season when in sepa… Our paths diverged. There are no… As dawned for us in that last time… Dwelt in the realm of dreams, illu…

Toward even when the day leans dow… To kiss the upturned face of night… Out just beyond the loud-voiced to… I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver

To each progressive soul there com… When all things that have pleased… Grow flavourless, the springs of j… No more the waters of youth’s foun… Yet out of reach, tiptoeing as the…

Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borde… How many cross, with half-reluctan… And unformed fears of dangers and… To find delights, more wholesome a… Than ever yet were known to the “e…

When you go away, my friend, When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end, And the winter will be nigh. Though the green grass decks the h…