To… (Francis S Saltus Poems)
SLEEP and dream, lissome maid, while in rapture I caress thy grand poem of flesh: While I toy with each ...
SLEEP and dream, lissome maid, while in rapture I caress thy grand poem of flesh: While I toy with each ...
Your place is by my side, my dear, A-holding of my handWhen I am feeling rather queer And ...
Clear on the night of my spirit,To me shines the glance of a star,It is she! My heart's little maiden!From ...
Each star a rung,night comes down the spiralstaircase of the evening.The breeze passes by so very closeas if someone just ...
IT'S nobbut a year Sin' Ruth Moore wur ridin'To tops by t'intake Wheer fox-cubs wur hidin';It's nobbut a year Sin ...
Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings! The river comforts me, grown spectral, vague and dumb: Long was the ...
SINCE WILLIAM cross'd the roaring seas,I cannot taste a moment's ease;Imagination's busy trainPresents him buried in the main!At times, I ...
OH ! soothing hour, when glowing day, Low in the western wave declines, And village murmurs die away, And bright ...
NO more my wearied soul attempts to strayFrom sad reality and vain regret,Nor courts enchanting fiction to allaySorrows that sense ...
The year has been a tedious one-- A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at ...
Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,Regarded by our servants with ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies ...
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
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