#AmericanWriters
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…