"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my...
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will...
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown
I bit my fingers and...
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty...
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old --
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for...
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have...
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you...
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti)
Executed August 23,...
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud...
Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have...
How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Still must the poet as of old,
In barren attic bleak and...
Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.
Bird and...
Minstrel, what have you to do
With this man that, after...
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?...
I
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded,...
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,
Wearied with...
If I were to walk this way
Hand in hand with Grief,
I...
There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to...
"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou...
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I...