#AmericanWriters
Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts o… Of gold and purple in the marbled… Thou comest forth like some embodi… Or dim conceit, a lily bud confess… Or of a rose the visible wish; tha…
The road leads up a hill through m… Blueberry and barberry, bay and sa… By an abandoned quarry, where, lik… A round pool lies; an isolated lak… A mirror for what presences, that…
‘I rode to death, for I fought fo… The Lady Maurine of noble name, ’The fair and faithless!-Though l… Is love the wiser?-Love made song ‘Of all my life; and the soul that…
The drowsy day, with half-closed e… Dreams in this quaint forgotten st… That, like some old-world wreckage… Left by the sea’s receding beat, Far from the city’s restless feet.
Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where The willows used to screen The water flowing fair? The mill-stream’s banks of green
Joy’s is the magic sweet, That makes Youth’s pulses beat, Puts music in young feet, The old heart hears, the sad heart… And Joy’s the pleasant pain,
When dusk is drowned in drowsy dre… And slow the hues of sunset die; When firefly and moth go by, And in still streams the new moon… Another moon and sky:
A lily in a twilight place? A moonflow’r in the lonely night?— Strange beauty of a woman’s face Of wildflow’r-white! The rain that hangs a star’s green…
When wildflower blue and wildflowe… The wildflowers lay their heads to… And the moon-moth glimmers along t… And the wandering firefly flares i… And the full moon rises broad and…
Rocks, trees and rocks; and down a… The murmuring ooze and trickle of… Through bushes, where the mountain… A gleaming cairngorm where the sha… And one wild road winds like a saf…
The doubtful dawn came dim and wan… And dimmer grew the day: The kildee whistled among the weed… The blue crane clanged in the rive… And a mist fell wild and gray.
This is the truth as I see it, my… Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little… Nothing to lose or to gain. Here by the road at the end o’ the…
Slow sinks the sun, a great carbun… Red in the cavern of a sombre clou… And in her garden, where the dense… Among her dying asters stands the… Like some lone woman in a ruined h…
There is a voice that calls to me;… That calls within my heart of hear… When Summer doffs her crown, my d… The spirit of September walks thr… It calls my heart beyond the mart,…
It’s out and away at break of day, To frolic and run in the sun-sweet… It’s up and out with a laugh and s… Let the old world know that a boy’… It’s ho for the creek that the min…