Autumn, by Edwin Curran
The music of the autumn winds sings low,
Down...
The music of the autumn winds sings low,
Down...
In ashes lies the lovely rose,
The jonquils b...
The singing bee comes like a little ship,
And...
Dawn takes the everlasting skies
And shoulders...
That night
The sky bent to the manger with sti...
Dear, vainly do I strive
To know the depths o...
She shakes her hair, a flowing crest
Like rip...
The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
...
Jovial Shakespeare, like the man he was,
Lov...
The rose, my lady, that you wear,
It heard ...
I would find God--the sovereign quest of life--...
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
Before the cathedral in grandeur rose
At Ingel...
PART I: ARIZONA I MAN above himself looks dow...
1843. DEERFIELD. The wild Asters and the Golde...
Do you remember how he lay
All through that gl...
They whisper that her cheek has lost
The richl...
SPRING PARK, 1864. "One of the wonders, with...
The woods so strangely solemn and majestic,
T...
From a heart of infinite longing the youth
Loo...
No coral beads on costly chain of gold
The Pal...
From a crown of pale leaves like the thorny,
...
"Poppies, " she said and sighed;
Sighed, too...
Ermine robes of the winter's weaving
Jeweled a...
Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The wa...