Poems

The night throbs on: but let me pray, dear Lord! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm beside me where he lay--...

You hold me for a day, my dear, I lose you for a life, And that’s the sailor’s way, my dear, A love, but not a wife. ’Tis never I will blame you, ’Tis not my eyes are wet, But ’...

My lord, the queen, your mother, grew distraught, And ere her time was come she crept at night Between her watchers while they drowsed, and found A glade among the hills that sp...