Category: Poetry
SPRING INLAND CITY TREES TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG WRAITH JOURNEY EBB EEL-GRASS ELAINE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH BURIAL THE BEAN-STALK MARIPOSA WEEDS THE LITTLE HILL PASSER MORTUUS EST DOUBT NO MORE THAT OBERON PASTORAL LAMENT ASSAULT EXILED TRAVEL THE DEATH...
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
1. Chapter 1SPRING INLAND CITY TREES TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG WRAITH JOURNEY EBB EEL-GRASS ELAINE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH BURIAL THE BEAN-STALK MARIPOSA WEEDS THE LITTL...
3. Chapter 3Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, And make you old, and leave me in my pri...