He called her in from me and shut the door. And she so loved the sunshine and the sky! - She loved them even better yet than I That ne'er knew dearth of them - my mother dead,...
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run:...
O your hands - they are strangely fair! Fair - for the jewels that sparkle there, - Fair - for the witchery of the spell That ivory keys alone can tell; But when their delicate touches rest...
Ah, help me! but her face and brow Are lovelier than lilies are Beneath the light of moon and star That smile as they are smiling now - White lilies in a pallid swoon...
The beauty of her hair bewilders me - Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide Swirling about the ears on either side And storming round the neck tumultuously: Or like the lights of old antiquity...
Herr Weiser! Three-score-years-and-ten, A hale white rose of his country-men, Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam, And blossomy as his German home - As blossomy and as pure and sweet...
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them - just as cute as he can be - Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry. ...
When two little boys - renowned but for noise - Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy! - May hurt a whole school, and the head it employs, Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy! Such loud and hilarious pupils indeed...
Tomps 'ud allus haf to say Somepin' 'bout "his mother's way." - He lived hard-like - never jined Any church of any kind. - "It was Mother's way," says he, "To be good enough fer me...
"I'm home again, my dear old Room, I'm home again, and happy, too, As, peering through the brightening gloom, I find myself alone with you: Though brief my stay, nor far away,...
Close the book and dim the light, I shall read no more to-night. No - I am not sleepy, dear - Do not go: sit by me here In the darkness and the deep Silence of the watch I keep....
How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting Upon the dead sea of the Past! - A view - Sometimes an odor - or a rooster lifting A far-off "Ooh! ooh-ooh!"
"How did you rest, last night?" - I've heard my gran'pap say Them words a thousand times - that's right - Jes them words thataway! As punctchul-like as morning dast To ever heave in sight...
I got to thinkin' of her - both her parents dead and gone - And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John A-livin' all alone there in that lonesome sort o' way,...
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on - And then, I want to say to you, we needed he'p about,...
In the heart of June, love, You and I together, On from dawn till noon, love, Laughing with the weather; Blending both our souls, love, In the selfsame tune, Drinking all life holds, love,...
Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent - Give me content - Full-pleasured with what comes to me, Whate'er it be: An humble roof - a frugal board, And simple hoard; The wintry fagot piled beside...