Ghosts (Fannie Stearns Davis Poems)
I am almost afraid of the wind out there. The dead leaves skip on the porches bare, The windows clatter ...
I am almost afraid of the wind out there. The dead leaves skip on the porches bare, The windows clatter ...
I heard a merry voice one dayAnd glancing at my side,Fair Love, all breathless, flushed with play,A butterfly did ride."Whither ...
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste my ...
she came on a fine cool morning the last of a course i was attending as we crowded the pavement ...
After the chaos, the blizzard of wrapping, boxes, bows toys and games and clothes being torn from their slumber the ...
I could see her tired even under the closed lids of her sleeping face Body hugged under the covers Her ...
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
She holds the whalebone up to the light until it silhouettes - a black chunk of skeleton, hugged by our ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in ...
This golden head has wit in it. I live Again, and a far higher life, near her. Some women like ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over ...
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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