All lovely things will have an ending,All lovely things will fade and die,And youth,...
Year: 2024
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay windannounces autumn, and the equinoxrolls back blue bays...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morningWhen the...
A man who keeps a diary, paysDue toll to many tedious days;But life becomes...
Pluck not the wayside flower,It is the traveller’s dower;A thousand passers-byIts beauties may espy,May...
A man there came, whence none could tell,Bearing a Touchstone in his hand;And tested...
These little Songs,Found here and there,Floating in airBy forest and lea,Or hill-side heather,In houses...
Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren’t go a-huntingFor fear of little men;Wee...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill,Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill,Through miles...
The Boy from his bedroom-windowLook’d over the little town,And away to the bleak black...