Poems

Twenty-First. Night. Monday Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing — who knows why– made up the tale that love exists on […]

Under Her Dark Veil Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. “Why are you so pale today?” “Because I made him drink of stinging grief […]

White Night I haven’t locked the door, Nor lit the candles, You don’t know, don’t care, That tired I haven’t the strength To decide to go […]

Why Is This Age Worse…? Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the foulest […]

Willow And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man was not dear to me, […]

You Thought I Was That Type You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I’d plead and weep And throw myself […]

You Will Hear Thunder You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of […]

A School Eclogue Edward Hist, William! hist! what means that air so gay? Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday: Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, […]

A Summer Evening’s Meditation ‘TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the south Has spent his short-liv’d rage; more grateful hours Move silent on; the skies no […]

A Thought on Death When life as opening buds is sweet, And golden hopes the fancy greet, And Youth prepares his joys to meet,– Alas! how […]