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FOR A PICTURE BY E. BU… Habes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the lonel… She deemed her soulless life was a…
THE white snow falls on hill and… The snow falls white by square and… Falls on the town, a bridal veil, And on the fields a winding-sheet. A winding-sheet for last year’s fl…
WHEN hides the sun behind a bank… Though well we know the sun is shi… No less the shadow falls on down a… And the bright hues grow dull as b… So, when thou goest from me into t…
I DO not catch these subtle shade… Your fine distinctions are too fin… This meeting, scheming, longing, t… To me mean love, and only love, yo… In me at least ’tis love, you will…
THE summer down the garden walks Swept in her garments bright; She touched the pale still lily st… And crowned them with delight; She breathed upon the rose’s head
DRAW close the curtains, and shu… The spring’s green glow and glitte… The resurrection-life of spring To me brings no fresh blossoming; I’m wearied of the flowers about—
I WANDERED in the enchanted wo… And as I wandered there, I sang A song I never understood, Though sweet the music rang. I held a lily white and fair,
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,
ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed… Subject and slave, for Love was a… He sat above with sceptre and crow… Turning his eyes from my sorrowing… The laugh of a god on his lips lay…
O WEARY night, O weary day, When heart’s delight is far away! What is the day? A frame of blue The vacant-glaring sun grins throu… What is the night? A sable veil
NOW the far waves roll nearer and… The wind’s awake, the pitiless win… It shrieks the menace that I dare… Soon at my feet the angry waves wi… In desolating wrath—and here I st…
What will you give me for this hea… No heart of gold, and yet my deare… It has its graces, it can ache and… And beat true time to your sweet v… It bears your name, it lives but f…
BENEATH cool ferns, in dewy gra… Among the leaves that fringe the s… I hear the feet of lovers pass, —I hide all day, and dream. But when the night, with wide soft…
UNDER our lead we lie While the sun and the snow go by, And our shrouds lie close, lie clo… Like the leaves of a shut white ro… That knows not what summer knows
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude’… Jane is like a gillyflower smart; But Laura’s like a lily, the pure… Whose white, white petals veil the… Girls in the garden—one and two an…