#AmericanWriters
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;
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 -…
Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?
More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,
The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…