I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .“Why are you pale, what...
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In the digital realm where verses unfold, PoemBay whispers tales untold.
I don’t know if you’re alive or dead.Can you on earth be sought,Or only...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,Thick breaks the red flame.All Etna heaves fiercelyHer forest-clothed frame....
Far, far from here,The Adriatic breaks in a warm bayAmong the green Illyrian hills;...
‘Not by the justice that my father spurn’d,Not for the thousands whom my father...
IS it so small a thingTo have enjoy’d the sun,To have lived light in...
The evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day,...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,Thick breaks the red flame;All Etna heaves fiercelyHer forest-clothed frame....
Glion?–Ah, twenty years, it cutsAll meaning from a name!White houses prank where once were...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught.He saw a fire in his disciples’...