Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard the wooing...

When Cain was driven from Jehovah's land He wandered eastward, seeking some far strand Ruled by kind gods who asked no offerin...

"La noche buena se viene, La noche buena se va, Y nosotros nos iremos Y no volveremos mas." ~ Old Villancico. Swee...

You love the roses--so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then ...

O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirre...

'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled in my v...

The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one long line of wall Like sol...

"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But fill the void w...

Six hundred years ago, in Dante's time, Before his cheek was furrowed by deep rhyme; When Europe, fed afresh from Eastern story, ...

Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great Sabastian too Who made ...

If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That ease...

I. I cannot choose but think upon the time When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss At lightest thrill from the bee's s...