Soft Falls the Night. (Elliott Blaine Henderson Poems)
Soft falls the night- And chases 'way The slowly dying Summer day; The sun from his Ethereal height Is curtained ...
Soft falls the night- And chases 'way The slowly dying Summer day; The sun from his Ethereal height Is curtained ...
The Gypsy Woman Lives on the moor,She sleeps in a tent With a curtained door.Low is her dwelling And hard ...
WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, But splinters of ...
If there be solace for the unquiet mindIn fragrant beds beneath the healing Pines,Curtained by waving canopy of Vines,Where one ...
To ports of balm through isles of muskThe gentle airs are leading us;To curtained calm and tents of dusk,The wood-wild ...
If it might only beThat in the singing sea,The living, lighted sea,There were a place for you to creepAway, among ...
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles Like brazen ash, from braziers burst. I witness, by my lighted candle, A newly blossomed ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight pensively apart. She carries in the ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
I struggled through streets of Bricked-up, boarded-up houses, Mostly burned-out, keeping To the middle of the road, Watching the abandoned ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie as if ...
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray In glimmering valleys, cool and far away. Come from the greedy mart, ...
Sleeping together... how tired you were... How warm our room... how the firelight spread On walls and ceiling and great ...
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