Category: Poetry
As she, thy Dorothea, loved of thee, Refused to wear in careless ornament The amethysts and emeralds that lent Their charm to other women;--even as she, Turning one day by chance the golden key Of their close casket, started as they sent Swift, glowing rays to greet her, and t...
You chide me that with self-absorbed, rapt eyes I seem to walk apart, nor care to clasp Familiar hands once dear; like one whose house Filled with the guests of her own choosing...
2. Part 2He is here! Massachusetts called him back, And he answered--he is here! Let the walls be hung with black, Yet let roses richly red On the casket of the dead Be in bright profusi...
1. Part 1As she, thy Dorothea, loved of thee, Refused to wear in careless ornament The amethysts and emeralds that lent Their charm to other women;--even as she, Turning one day by chanc...
4. Part 4I heard the little lady’s lover say, “O rose-white daisy, dying in the dew, Breathing your half-crushed, fainting life away Under her footstep,--would that I were you! For when...