Category: Poetry
For nigh four years now have these poems sought to snuff the open breeze, returning ever to me broken and disappointed. What bitterness was in this--how deep you alone know!--was yours also; but I alone knew that rarer bounty of your instant and unfailing comfort. Therefore, d...
For nigh four years now have these poems sought to snuff the open breeze, returning ever to me broken and disappointed. What bitterness was in this--how deep you alone know!--wa...
2. Part 2Doubtfully ceased I: wound amid my frame Raged complicated elements. Aerial thought On metaphysic pinion soared aloft; While tremulous passion struck my blood, and wrought Sensu...
3. Part 3Oh, I have thee, Asthore: deep at this heart Thy presence is a fragrance subtly-rare, As blooms exhale the midnight hour. Whate’er I do, will, dream, aspire, achieve, thou art M...