#AmericanWriters
She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom… Upon wide cushions stretched at ea…
Think of it, think of it over the… Thousands of men to-day march on t… Think how the sun shines on fields… How the air chokes, with the canno… How in the shadows, perchance, of…
Changed? Yes, I will confess it—… I do not love in the old fond way. I am your friend still– time has n… One kindly feeling of that vanishe… But the bright glamour which made…
What can be said in New Year rhym… That’s not been said a thousand ti… The new years come, the old years… We know we dream, we dream we know… We rise up laughing with the light…
The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers,
Now who is ready to go with me Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be… All dressed in a snow white gown. No shoe or stocking, they think it…
Good-bye – Yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to… With sudden force last night. What is it? shall I tell you?—
They met each other in the glade— She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes fro…
This is the way of it, wide world… One is beloved, and one is the lov… One gives and the other receives. One lavishes all in a wild emotion… One offers a smile for a life’s de…
One night Nurse Sleep held out he… To tired little May. ‘Come, go with me to Wonderland,’ She said, ‘I know the way. Just rock-a-by-hum-m-m,
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country—the… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those of whom I am so… They make it seem familiar and mos…
Life is too short for any vain reg… Let dead delight bury its dead, I… And let us go upon our way forgett… The joys and sorrows of each yeste… Between the swift sun’s rising and…
Give us that grand word woman once… And let’s have done with lady: one… Full of fine force, strong, beauti… Fit for the noblest use of tongue… And one’s a word for lackeys. One…
They tell me new methods now gover… The modes of expression have chang… That low is the rank of the poet w… The old-fashioned verse with inten… And quite out of date, too, is rhy…
‘He that hath an ear, let him hear… St. John the Divine. The Spirit says unto the churches… ‘Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being–