A Hymn to the Night (Alice Cary Poems)
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
Surely before the time my Sun has set:The evening had not come, it was but noon,The gladness passed from all ...
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?When ...
You do not lift your eyes to watchUs pass the conscious door;Your startled ear perceiveth notOur footfall on the floor;No ...
O Word concealed in the upper fire,Thou who hast lingered through centuries,Descend from thy rapt white desire,Plunging through gold eternities.Into ...
DON'T go there at cockshut. None on us goBy yon track, for it's haunted. Didn't you know-Up on Scragg Head ...
THOUGH you and I so long have been so near-- Have felt each other's heart-beats hour by hour, ...
Not in thy body is thy life at all,But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;Through these she yields ...
SONG drew the curtains of my life aside, But left me songless ere the risen day, When hurried heart-beats took ...
WHO has not breasted the chill flood of silence That freezes the blood to red ice in your veins? The ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?" No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere, The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People, (Full well they ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
I wonder, can the night go by; Can this shot arrow of travel fly Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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