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WIDE downs all gray, with gray o… Chill fields stripped naked of the… Small fields of rain-wet grass and… Wet, wind-blown trees—and, over al… Does memory lie? For Hope her mis…
If you were here, Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith wo… Drowned in your eyes; and I shoul… Forgetting all that now I underst… For you confuse my life with memor…
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…
ONE morning, my heart can remembe… I sat dreaming there, In the 'governor’s’ chair In the office. The month was Nove… And the weather a subject for pray…
THROUGH her fair world of bloss… Veiled with her maiden innocence,… Not all the splendour of the waxin… She sees, nor all the colour of th… And yet who knows what finer hues…
ACROSS the quiet pastures of my… The invading army marched in splen… My few poor forces fled beyond con… Scattered, defeated, hidden in the… My fields were green, their hedges…
THE butterfly loves the rose, He flutters around her bed, Till the soft curled leaves unclos… And she raises her darling head. He whispers of dawn and of dew,
SMILE on me, mouth of red—so muc… Shine on me, eyes which darkened l… Turn, turn my way, oh glorious gol… My soul is lost, then let the pric… Amid rich flowers your rosy lampli…
NOW that the curtains are drawn c… Now that the fire burns low, And on her narrow bed the rose Is stark laid out in snow; Now that the wind of winter blows
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
DAWN in the east, and chill dew… Tears of the new-born day; Dew on the lawn, and blackbirds ca… Music and mild mid-May. The lilac, see, wins back the colo…
OH, what a garden it was, living… Full of enchantments like spices e… There, where you fled and I follo… Yet each glad pulse of me cried to… Roses and lilies and lilies and ro…
THE white snow veils the earth’s… Strong frost has bound the veil in… Under the wide, clear, dark-blue s… All choked with snow the hollows l… Dead-white the fields—once summer…
WE climb the hill; the mist conce… That valley where we could not sta… Surely this hill’s crest, gained,… The glory of the sunlit day. The hill is climbed. Still shadow…
LAID close to Death, these many… In this small seed Life hid herse… So well she hid, Death was at lea… Set free the grain—and lo! the sev… Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wi…