[One of the Bearers soliloquizes：] 。 . . Room in your heart for him， O Mother Earth， Who loved each flower and leaf that made you fair， And sang your ...
From yonder gilded minaret Beside the steel-blue Neva set， I faintly catch， from time to time， The sweet， aerial midnight chime—— "Go...
I Shakespeare and Milton——what third blazoned name Shall lips of after-ages link to these？ His who， beside the wild encircling seas， Was E...
[Midnight.] First， two white arms that held him very close， And ever closer as he drew him back Reluctantly， the loose gold-colored hair A thousand de...
I vex me not with brooding on the years That were ere I drew breath： why should I then Distrust the darkness that may fall again When life is done？ Pe...
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove， A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love： A violet by a mossy stone H...
A rainbow in the sky： So was it when my life began； So is it now I am a man； So be it when I shall grow old， Or let me die！ The Child is father of the...
What story would you like to hear， Mr. Lamb？ Are you a real lamb？ Would you like to hear of Webbers？ Or Whales？ Here is the Story of Alice： The Queen ...
I‘ve memorized its heart pounding into my thumb. Breath buoys out. My fingers know how to kill， closing on the bird‘s slippery head. I don...
Just off the highway to Rochester， Minnesota， Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness....