A Cemetery in France, by Edwin Curran
Dawn takes the everlasting skies
And shoulders...
Dawn takes the everlasting skies
And shoulders...
When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as lou...
PART I: ARIZONA I MAN above himself looks dow...
In the twilight of a pensive mind,
And the ea...
Fly low, vermilion dragon,
With the moon hor...
The fairies' ring is up in the night sky
Aroun...
The world has outlived all its passion,
Its m...
I am troubled tonight with a curious pain;
It...
Sometimes when I have dropped to sleep,
Drape...
I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowe...
Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee,
...
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger ...
Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed...
A grey ship sails into a misty sky.
Grey sea g...
Fair Tombstone sits high on her hills
Midst Ar...
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
I shouted my name through the valley,
but th...
I I'm sad, I'm sad, for the joy I had
Is wr...
A picture from Normandy. Three of them--lithe ...
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
I was talking to this bird
and he was really p...
Lightsome, laughter-loving June,
Days that s...
Great sire of life, and source of light,
Tho...
There lives a creature of a dreamer's brain,
...