Poems about incompleted (2 Poems)


    Two Portraits (Henry Timrod Poems)

    You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife, And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint your future as a maid. This is the portrait; and I takeThe softest colors for your sake: The springtime … Continue reading →



    HUMANITAD (Oscar Wilde Poems)

    It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear The autumn’s gaudy livery whose gold Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true To the … Continue reading →