Category Poets

I thought to deal the death-stroke at a blow:To give all, once for all, but never more:—Then sit to hear the low waves fret the shore, Or watch the silent snow.”Oh rest,” I thought, “in silence and the dark:Oh rest,…

It’s a weary life, it is, she said:—Doubly blank in a woman’s lot:I wish and I wish I were a man:Or, better than any being, were not: Were nothing at all in all the world,Not a body and not a…

She stands as pale as Parian statues stand; Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay, And felt her strength above the Roman sway,And felt the aspic writhing in her hand.Her face is steadfast toward the shadowy land, For dim beyond…

“Soft white lamb in the daisy meadow,Come hither and play with me,For I am lonesome and I am tiredUnderneath the apple tree.” “There’s your husband if you are lonesome, lady,And your bed if you want for rest:And your baby for…

Crocuses and snowdrops wither,Violets, primroses together,Fading with the fading SpringBefore a fuller blossoming. O sweet Summer, pass not soon,Stay awhile the harvest-moon.:O sweetest Summer, do not go,For Autumn’s next and next the snow. When Autumn comes the days are drear,It…

Care flieth, Hope and Fear together: Love dieth In the Autumn weather. For a friend Even Care is pleasant: When Fear doth end Hope is no more present:Autumn silences the turtle-dove:—In blank Autumn who could speak of love ?

Do you hear the low winds singing,And streams singing on their bed?—Very distant bells are ringingIn a chapel for the dead:—Death-pale better than life-red. Mother, come to me in rest,And bring little May to see.Shall I bid no other guest?Seven…

“Sing of a love lost and forgotten,Sing of a joy finished and o’er,Sing of a heart core-cold and rotten,Sing of a hope springing no more.”“Sigh for a heart aching and sore.” “I was most true and my own love betrayed…

Wish I were a little birdThat out of sight doth soar ;I wish I were a song once heardBut often pondered o’er,Or shadow of a lily stirredBy wind upon the floor,Or echo of a loving wordWorth all that went before,Or…

Thou sleepest where the lilies fade, Thou dwellest where the lilies fade not:Sweet, when thine earthly part decayed Thy heavenly part decayed not.Thou dwellest where the roses blow, The crimson roses bud and blossom:While on thine eyes is heaped the…