At Harvest
Earth travails, Like a woman come to her time. The swaying corn-haulms In the heavy places of the field Cry to be gathered. ...
Read MoreEarth travails, Like a woman come to her time. The swaying corn-haulms In the heavy places of the field Cry to be gathered. ...
Read MoreOut of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music; “With malice toward none, with charity for all.” Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions, And the...
Read MoreLove has gone and left me, and the days are all alike. Eat I must, and sleep I will—and would that night were here! But ah, to lie...
Read MoreI A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought Hiding its wounds: These are the wounds of sorrow— It was my hand that made them; And this gray shadow that...
Annie Shore, ’twas, sang last night Down in South End saloon; A tawdry creature in the light, Painted cheeks, eyes over bright, Singing a dance-hall tune. I’d be forgetting Annie’s singing— I’d...
They threw a stone, you threw a stone, I threw a stone that day. Although their sharpness bruised his flesh He had no word to say. But for the moan...
Read MoreGreen afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away Sun-dappled like a ship of light that glints upon a rippled bay. Afar, freight-engines call and toll;...
Come, mysterious night; Descend and nestle to us. Descend softly on the houses We built with pride, Without worship. Fold them in...
Read MoreThose black eyes I once so praised Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where 's the love that through them blazed? Where 's the tenderness of old? All is...
Read MoreWe count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch...
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