Others abide our question. Thou art free.We ask and ask—thou smilest and art still,Out-topping...
Month: January 2024
Creep into thy narrow bed,Creep, and let no more be said!Vain thy onset! all...
Come, dear children, let us away;Down and away below!Now my brothers call from the...
I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For...
Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?–He much, the old man,...
Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For...
We were apart; yet, day by day,I bade my heart more constant be.I bade...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled...
What is it to grow old?Is it to lose the glory of the form,The...
Beloved,In what other lives or landsHave I known your lipsYour HandsYour Laughter braveIrreverent.Those sweet...