#AmericanWriters
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried