Vast are its halls, as vast the halls and lone Where DEATH stalks listening to the wind and rain; And dark that house, where I shall meet again My long-dead Sin in some dread way unknown;...
How fancy romped and played here, Building this house of moss! A faery house, the shade here And sunlight gleam across; And how it danced and swayed here,...
The teasel and the horsemint spread The hillside as with sunset, sown With blossoms, o'er the Standing-Stone That ripples in its rocky bed: There are no treasuries that hold...
The teasel and the horsemint spread The hillside as with sunset, sown With blossoms, o'er the Standing-Stone That ripples in its rocky bed: There are no treasuries that hold...
Last night it was Hallowe'en. Darkest night I've ever seen. And the boy next door, I thought, Would be glad to know of this Jack-o'-lantern father brought Home from Indianapolis....
Though red my blood hath left its trail For five far miles, I shall not fail, As God in Heaven wills! The way was long through that black land. With sword on hip and horn in hand,...
There was once a little boy So my father told me who Never cared for any toy, But just sweet things, as boys do, Cakes and comfits, cream and ice, All the things that boys think nice,...
Do you know the way that goes Over fields of rue and rose, Warm of scent and hot of hue, Roofed with heaven's bluest blue, To the Vale of Dreams Come True?
So we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn seemed ever about to break On which the day seemed ever about to die.
The year was dying, and the day Was almost dead; The West, beneath a sombre gray, Was sombre red. The gravestones in the ghostly light, 'Mid trees half bare,...
Since Man first lifted up his eyes to hers And saw her vampire beauty, which is lust, All else is dust Within the compass of the universe. With heart of Jael and with face of Ruth...
What it would mean for you and me If dawn should come no more! Think of its gold along the sea, Its rose above the shore! That rose of awful mystery, Our souls bow down before. ...
I saw a name carved on a tree "Julia"; A simpler name there could not be Julia: But seeing it I seemed to see A Devon garden, pleasantly About a parsonage, the bee...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas on, we'll stay; For hence is the best prospect of the Falls,...