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I WENT back to our home to-day That still its robe of roses wore; My feet took the old easy way, And led me to our door. And you are gone and never more
I HAVEN’T always acted good: I’ve taken things not meant for me… Not other people’s drink and food, But things they never seemed to se… I haven’t done the way I ought
AS a little child whom his mother… Wrecked in the dark in a storm of… Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes… And, with fists clenched, sobs sti… So in my breast sleeps Love, O wh…
WHITE bird of love, lie warm upo… White flower of love, lie cool aga… Teach me to dream again a little s… Ere this dream, too, sink earthwar… Teach me to dream my heart still p…
EYES caught by beauty, fancy by… Sweet possibilities, question, and… What did her smile say? What has… Her standard, what? Am I o’er it… Flutter in meeting—in absence drea…
IF one might hope that when we sa… To life, we two might but be one a… But we look back on a divided past… And a divided future must foretell… Apart we sowed the seed that flowe…
In the great green park with the w… The wooden palings so hard to clim… There are fern and foxglove, primr… And green things growing all the t… And out in the open the daisies gr…
WAKE, do you wake in the dark in… Window and door not set like the o… Leaning your face through the dark… Stretching your arms to the arms t… Even as I, through the depth of t…
YOU bring your love too late, dea… I spent my love on worthless toys,… I am a bankrupt trader—dear eyes,… I could have bought your love, dea… My soul has left me widowed, my he…
IF one should wake one’s frozen f… In sunlight of her radiant eyes, Bid it forget its dream of death, In this new dream of Paradise, Bid it forget the long, slow pain,
WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…
The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind…
IF Love and I were all alone I might forget to grieve, And for his pleasure and my own Might happier garlands weave; But you sit there, and watch us we…
SINCE Faith is a veil that has… And Hope wanders lost where no mo… Since Love is a mirror we break i… In snatching the image our soul ha… What is the use of the Summers an…
‘LOVE me little, love me long,’ Is the burden of my song, And if nothing more may be Little shall suffice for me. But if you could crown with flower…