Art thou abroad on this stormy nig… on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair… I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and…

If baby only wanted to, he could f… It is not for nothing that he does… He loves to rest his head on mothe… bear to lose sight of her. Baby know all manner of wise words…

Are you a mere picture, and not as… this dust? They throb with the pul… immensely aloof in your stillness,… The day was when you walked with m… limbs singing of life. My world fo…

Imagine, mother, that you are to s… into strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ready at t… Now think well, mother, before you… you when I come back.

I dive down into the depth of the… No more sailing from harbor to har… And now I am eager to die into th… Into the audience hall by the fath… I shall tune it to the notes of fo…

The night is black and the forest… a million people thread it in a mi… We have trysts to keep in the dark… or with whom– of that we are unawa… But we have this faith– that a lif…

I boasted among men that I had kn… They see your pictures in all work… They come and ask me, `Who is he?… I know not how to answer them. I… They blame me and they go away in…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at h...

You came to my door in the dawn an… You came in the noon and asked for… You came in the evening with your… You seemed to me like a terror and… Now in the midnight I sit alone i…

I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...

The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...

I was one among many women busy wi… Why did you single me out and brin… Love unexpressed in sacred. It s… Ah, you broke through the cover of… The other women are the same as ev…

Is that your call again? The evening has come. Weariness… Do you call me? I had given all my day to you, cru… Somewhere there is an end to every…