My Auntie has a camera, and when I'm out at play And see her coming with it, I try to hide away. For oh, it is so bothersome to hear her, with a laugh,...
Companioned by the lonely hours, My vigil with the stars I keep, - The happy stars that never weep, - The wakeful stars that never sleep, Spirit of me that frets and cowers,...
The vision fades - dome, pinnacle and tower, All the white beauty of the lake-side dream, The artist's ideal, the poet's theme Vanish away. Yet for no fleeting hour ...
Lately was I to gentle maidens suited, And not without some glory did contend, But now my weapons and my lute made useless For contests, on this wall I will suspend,...