When yon full moon's with her white fleet of stars, And but one bird makes music in the grove; When you and I are breathing side by side, Where our two bodies make one shadow, love; ...
When you and I Grow up Polly I mean that you and me, Shall go sailing in a big ship Right over all the sea. We'll wait till we are older, For if we went to-day,...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;...
When you are old, and I am passed away Passed, and your face, your golden face, is gray I think, whate'er the end, this dream of mine, Comforting you, a friendly star will shine...
I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe, When he hasn't any money, and his pants begin to go; But I think I was mistaken, and there are many times I find...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll reach to-morrow night, You may be a man of sorrows, and on speaking terms with Care,...
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop, Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top: When you titivate and do the little things you never used,...
A dark, shadow grey moth rests along the grim hue of brick, its spattered orange cream underwings scream a Halloween defiance to the bleariness of stone and city.
Where is my love - In silence and shadow she lies, Under the April-grey, calm waste of the skies; And a bird above, In the darkness tender and clear, Keeps saying over and over, Love lies here! ...
O, where are the friends that in youth we once knew, Whose smiles were like sunshine, whose hearts were so true? Alas! they are lost in the darkness and gloom...
"Where are the visions that round me once hovered, "Forms that shed grace from their shadows alone; "Looks fresh as light from a star just discovered, "And voices that Music might take for her own?"...
Where are you sleeping to-night, My Lad, Above-ground--or below? The last we heard you were up at the front, Holding a trench and bearing the brunt;-- But--that was a week ago. ...
O the Lands of Where-Away! Tell us - tell us - where are they? Through the darkness and the dawn We have journeyed on and on - From the cradle to the cross - From possession unto loss, -...