THE DAY is done and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the vi...
ONE morning （raw it was and wet—— A foggy day in winter time） A Woman on the road I met， Not old， though something past her prime： Majesti...
Or， The Solitude Of Binnorie SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald， All children of one mother： You could not say in one short day What love they bore eac...
Behold her， single in the field， Yon solitary Highland Lass！ Reaping and singing by herself； Stop here， or gently pass！ Alone she cuts and binds the g...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar months and days. This was the lap...
BRING me wine but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape Or grew on vine whose tap-roots reaching through Under the Andes to the Cape Suffer&...
I TELL you hopeless grief is passionless； That only men incredulous of despair Half-taught in anguish through the midnight air Beat upward to God'...
HENCE vain deluding Joys The brood of Folly without father bred！ How little you bestead Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toys！ Dwell in som...
HENCE loathèd Melancholy Of Cerberus and #CCCCFFest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes and shrieks and sights unho...
IF the red slayer think he slays Or if the slain think he is slain They know not well the subtle ways I keep and pass and turn again. Far or forgot to...