Gold-Leaf Screen, by Amy Lowell
Under the broken clouds of dawn,
The white le...
Under the broken clouds of dawn,
The white le...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The s...
Walking beside the tree-peonies,
I saw a beet...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread...
'T is you that are the music, not your song.
...
A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep...
Softly the water ripples
Against...
All day long I have been working,
Now I am ti...
Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears ...
It was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in ...
Be patient with you?
When the stooping sky
Le...
Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by p...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Draw...
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
&n...
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...