Poems

To M.

To M. IF in the summer of thy bright regard For one brief season these poor Rhymes shall live I ask no more, nor think my […]

READ MORE

The Bard

The Bard Where dwells the spirit of the Bard–what sky Persuades his daring wing,– Folded in soft carnation, or in snow Still sleeping, far o’er summits […]

READ MORE