Yea, she and I have broken God's command, And in His sight are branded with our shame. And yet I do not even know her name, Nor ever in my life have touched her hand...
Take out the blossom in your hair abloom, No more it seemeth beautiful, or bright, And sickening is its subtly sweet perfume - He will not come to-night.
We know not what lies in us, till we seek; Men dive for pearls - they are not found on shore, The hillsides most unpromising and bleak Do sometimes hide the ore.
We know not what lies in us, till we seek; Men dive for pearls - they are not found on shore, The hillsides most unpromising and bleak Do sometimes hide the ore.
Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! and yet the half-spent day Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark, Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end. ...
Well, you are free; The longed for, lied for, waited for decree Is yours to-day. I made no protest; and you had your say, And left me with no vestige of repute. Neglect, abuse, and cruelty you charge...
There was a thought he hid from all men's eyes, And by his prudent life and deeds of worth He left a goodly record upon earth As one both pure and wise.
"Dying? I am not dying? Are you mad? You think I need to ask for heavenly grace? I think you are a fiend, who would be glad To see me struggle in death's cold embrace. ...
Sailing away on a summer sea, Out of the bleak March weather; Drifting away for a loaf and play, Just you and I together; And it's good-bye worry and good-bye hurry...
The greatest words are always solitaires, Set singly in one syllable; like birth, Life, love, hope, peace. I sing the worth Of that dear word toward which the whole world fares - I sing of home. ...
What were thy thoughts, sweet Esther? Something passed Across thy face, that for a moment veiled Thy soul from mine, and left me desolate. Thy thoughts were not of me?
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye - The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:...
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone, More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne. I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout Went up from the people who watched me ride out;...
The roses all were pink and red, Before the Bumble Bee, A lover bold, with cloak of gold, Came singing merrily Along the sunlit ways that led From woodland, and from lea. ...
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?...
She looked at her neighbour's house in the light of the waning day - A shower of rice on the steps, and the shreds of a bride's bouquet. And then she drew the shade, to shut out the growing gloom,...