#AmericanWriters
When dusk falls cool as a rained-o… And a tawny tower the twilight sho… With the crescent moon, the silver… A turret window that grows a-light… There is a path that my Fancy kno…
This is the place where visions co… Dreams of the trees and flowers, g… Where the white moon and the pale… Sitting with Legend and with dim… This is the place where all the si…
It is the time when, by the forest… The touch-me-nots hang fairy folly… When ferns and flowers fill the li… Of rocks with colour, rich as orie… And in my heart I hear a voice th…
Rain and wind and candlelight And let us pray a prayer to-night: For every soul, since life is brie… Little of trouble and less of grie… And set a light at the windowpane,
Who is she, like the spring, who c… From the hills to the smoke-huddle… With her peach-petal face And her wildflower grace, Bringing sunshine and gladness to…
When in the pansy-purpled stain Of sunset one far star is seen, Like some bright dropp of rain, Out of the forest, deep and green, O’er me at Spirit seems to lean,
Within the world of every man’s de… Two things have power to lift the… The first is Work, who dons a mea… The other, Love, whose raiment is… Their child is Hope, and we the h…
It’s ‘Sweet, good-bye,’ when penn… And ships put out to sea; It’s a loving kiss, and a tear or… In an eye of brown or an eye of bl… And you’ll remember me,
Well, what of it then, if your hea… Of the world’s neglect? and the sm… Of doubt, blown into your eyes, ma… And the sting of the goad, The merciless goad of scorn,
Aisles and abysses; leagues no man… Of rock that labyrinths and night… Where everlasting silence broods,… Of adamant, o’er earthquake-builde… Where forms, such as the Demon-Wo…
Below the sunset’s range of rose, Below the heaven’s deepening blue, Down woodways where the balsam blo… And milkweed tufts hang, gray with… A Jersey heifer stops and lows–
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…
Here’s to her who bears the name Of our State; May the glory of her fame Be as great! In the battle’s dread eclipse,
There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their heart… That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor through life’s d…
She walks with the wind on the win… When the rocks are loud and the wa… And all night long she calls throu… ‘O my children, come home!’ Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered…