I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-a-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading as on flowers. Then suddenly I saw within the room The old love, long since lying in its tomb....
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted And specially dowered in all men's sight, To know no rest till his life is lifted Fully up to his great gifts' height. ...
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted, And specially dowered in all men's sight, To know no rest till his life is lifted Fully up to his great gifts' height. ...
There must in heaven be many industries And occupations, varied, infinite; Or heaven could not be heaven. What gracious tasks The Mighty Maker of the universe Can offer souls that have prepared on earth...
'Invisible and silent' - Mystery Surrounded that great Guardian of the Sea. That Father - Mother - of the mighty main. While loud in valley and on field and hill - And over anguished plain...
Lord of all the Universe, when I think of YOU, Flinging stars out into space, moving suns and tides; Then this little mortal mind gets the larger view, And the carping self of me runs away and hides. ...
The young see heaven - but to the old who wait The final call, the hills of youth arise More beautiful than shores of Paradise. Beside a glowing and voracious grate A dozing couple dream of yesterday;...
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays, Old times, old loves, old friendship, and old wine. Why should the old monopolize all praise? Then let the new claim mine. ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses, The modes of expression have changed with the times; That low is the rank of the poet who uses The old-fashioned verse with intentional rhymes....
One day when England's June was at its best, I saw a stately and imperious swan Floating on Avon's fair untroubled breast. Sudden, it seemed as if all strife had gone...
Little by little and one by one, Out of the ether, were worlds created; Star and planet and sea and sun, All in the nebulous Nothing waited Till the Nameless One Who has many a name...
Was it last summer, or ages gone, That damp, dark night in the August dusk, When I waited for you by the gate alone? And the air was heavy with scents like musk. Swiftly and silently shooting down...
Only a glove that has touched her fingers, But it seems to me something half divine. A delicate fragrance about it lingers, And it stirs my blood like wine - Yes, thrills and warms me like wine. ...
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow, Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:" Yet, reading it, new strength I seemed to borrow, To live on bravely and to do my part. ...
'Only be still, and in the silence grow,' If thou art seeking what the gods bestow. This is the simple, safe, and certain way That leads to knowledge for which all men pray...
How strange are dreams. Last night I dreamed about you. All that old bitterness of loss and pain, The desolation of my lot without you, The keen regret, all, all came back again. ...
On rainy days old dreams arise, From graves where they have lonely lain; With wan white cheeks and mournful eyes, They press against the window pane. One dream is bolder than the rest:...