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Who standeth at the gate?—A woman old,A widow from the husband of her love:“O Lady, stay; this wind is piercing cold,Oh look at the keen frosty moon above;I have no home, am hungry, feeble, poor:”—“I’m really very sorry, but I…
She fell asleep among the flowersIn the sober autumn hours. Three there are about her bed,At her side and feet and head. At her head standeth the CrossFor which all else she counted loss: Still and steadfast at her feetDoth…
A voice said “Follow, follow”: and I rose And followed far into the dreamy night, Turning my back upon the pleasant light.It led me where the bluest water flows,And would not let me drink: where the corn grows I dared…
Sweet sweet sound of distant waters, falling On a parched and thirsty plain:Sweet sweet song of soaring skylark, calling On the sun to shine again:Perfume of the rose, only the fresher For past fertilizing rain:Pearls amid the sea, a hidden…
Thank God, thank God, we do believe:Thank God that this is Christmas Eve.Even as we kneel upon this day,Even so, the ancient legends say,Nearly two thousand years agoThe stalled ox knelt, and even soThe ass knelt full of praise, which…
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth…
“Tell me: doth it not grieve thee to lie here,And see the cornfields waving not for thee,Just in the waxing Summer of the year?” “I fade from earth; and lo! along with meThe season that I love will fade away:How…
The roses bloom too late for me:The violets I shall not see:Even the snowdrops will not comeTill I have passed from home to home:From home on earth to home in heaven,Here penitent and there forgiven. Mourn not, my Father, that…
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over, Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover, Sleeping at last. No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,No more pangs that…
The Rose is Love’s own flower, and Love’s no less The Lily’s tenderness.Then half their dignity must Roses yield To Lilies of the field?Nay, diverse notes make up true harmony, All-fashioned loves agree :Love wears the Lily’s whiteness, and Love…