The Dead (Albert Laighton Poems)
I cannot tell you if the dead, That loved us fondly when on earth, Walk by our side, sit at ...
I cannot tell you if the dead, That loved us fondly when on earth, Walk by our side, sit at ...
Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its ...
On the walk, that ancient road, walking with our savior, I felt the same, as Cleopas and his companion, hearing ...
His mother's voice through his mother's womb gave away his presence, his nearness his being, so close, so close a ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times -- When Dimness -- looks the Oddity -- Distinctness ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
A nearness to Tremendousness -- An Agony procures -- Affliction ranges Boundlessness -- Vicinity to Laws Contentment's quiet Suburb -- ...
In the old Strauss waltz for the first time We had listened to your quiet call, Since then all the ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as ...
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though ...
HOW often have I said, "We may not grieve for the immortal dead." And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
Sing little box Don't let sleep overtake you The world's awake within you In your four-sided emptiness We turn distance ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For ...
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
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