On winter nights beside the nursery fireWe read the fairy tale, while glowing coalsBuilded its pictures. There before our eyesWe saw the vaulted hall ...
A near horizon whose sharp jagsCut brutally into a skyOf leaden heaviness, and cragsOf houses lift their masonryUgly and foul, and chimneys lieAnd sno...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,Blown by the bright wind, debonair;Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,Above on the terrace a turret doorFrames a...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here fallsIn quiet shafts of light through the high treesWhich, arching, make a roof above the wallsChanging from sun...
I know a country laced with roads,They join the hills and they span the brooks,They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,And slide discreetly thr...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night!See where it casts the shadow of that treeFar out upon the grass. And every gustOf light night wind c...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grassesSweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of rosesWhose blossoms were...
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below himGleams in the wavering sunlight, wait...
Softly the water ripplesAgainst the canoe's curving side,Softly the birch trees rustleFlinging over us branches wide.Softly the moon glints and gl...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaicOf coloured stones which curiously are wroughtInto a pattern? Rather glass that's taughtBy patient labor any hue to ...