#AmericanWriters
There is a hall in every house, Behind whose wainscot gnaws the mo… Along whose sides are empty rooms, Peopled with dreams and ancient do… When down this hall you take your…
I Stood upon a height and listene… The solemn psalmody of many pines, And with the sound I seemed to se… Of mountains rise, blue peak on cl… And hear the roar of torrents hurl…
The dim verbena drugs the dusk With lemon-heavy odours where The heliotropes breathe drowsy mus… Into the jasmine-dreamy air; The moss-rose bursts its dewy husk
There’s a little girl I know And we call her So-and-So. She is neither good nor bad Good enough for me although! Never saw a girl that had
A Far bell tinkles in the hollow, And heart and soul are fain to fol… Gone is the rose and gone the swal… Autumn is here. The wild geese draw at dusk their…
I saw the daughters of the ocean d… With wind and tide, and heard them… White hands they waved me, tossing… Green as the light an emerald hold… Their music bound me as with necro…
Beyond lost seas of summer she Dwelt on an island of the sea, Last scion of that dynasty, Queen of a race forgotten long.- With eyes of light and lips of son…
The days that clothed white limbs… And rocked the red rose on their b… Have passed with amber-sandaled fe… Into the ruby-gated west. These were the days that filled th…
Down all the lanterned Bagdad of… He steals, with golden justice for… Within his palace you shall know t… A blood-smeared headsman hides beh…
Why have you come? to see me in my… A thing to spit on, to despise and… And then to ask me! You, by whom… And then cast by, like some vile r… What shelter could you give me, no…
A friend for you and a friend for… A friend to understand; To cheer the way and help the day With heart as well as hand: With heart as well as hand, my dea…
April calling, April calling, April calling me! I hear the voice of April there In each old apple tree: Bee-boom and wild perfume,
What though the heart be tired, The heart, that long aspired, And one high dream desired, Beyond attainment’s scope; Beyond our grasp; above us;
Bleak, in dark rags of clouds, the… That passed so splendidly but yest… Wrapped in magnificence of gold an… And poppy and rose. Now, burdened… Their wildness clad in fogs, like…
I Heard the hylas in the bottomla… Piping a reed-note in the praise o… The South-wind brought the music… As 't were a hundred strands Of guttural gold smitten of elfin…