Amy Margaret’s five years old,Amy Margaret’s hair is gold,Dearer twenty-thousand-foldThan gold, is Amy Margaret.“Amy”...
Month: January 2024
The vast and solemn company of cloudsAround the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,Cool into ashy...
O pale green sea,With long, pale, purple clouds above –What lies in me like...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born;Go where I may, I’ll think...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town,It has neither door nor window, the...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing;What most he felt, religion...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,And through the Winter neglected lay,Uncoils two...
Four ducks on a pond,A grass-bank beyond,A blue sky of spring,White clouds on the...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave,On some green mound beside the wave;To westward,...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;I went to the window to...