Pomegranate Seed (Edith Wharton Poems)
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Edith Wharton Poems on Man (17 Poems)
Margaret Of Cortona (Edith Wharton Poems)
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
Vesalius In Zante (Edith Wharton Poems)
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
The Mortal Lease (Edith Wharton Poems)
IBecause the currents of our love are pouredThrough the slow welter of the primal floodFrom some blind source of monster-haunted ...
Summer Afternoon (Bodiam Castle, Sussex) (Edith Wharton Poems)
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
The Last Giustianini (Edith Wharton Poems)
O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name Could weary one with saying! Once again Laying against my brow ...
All Souls (Edith Wharton Poems)
IA THIN moon faints in the sky o'erhead,And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ...
With the Tide (Edith Wharton Poems)
Somewhere I read, in an old book whose name Is gone from me, I read that when the days Of ...
A Torchbearer (Edith Wharton Poems)
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
All Saints (Edith Wharton Poems)
All so grave and shining see they comeFrom the blissful ranks of the forgiven,Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal ...
The Old Pole Star (Edith Wharton Poems)
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the daysMan tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:"The elder races, that long since ...
Grief (Edith Wharton Poems)
IOn immemorial altitudes augustGrief holds her high dominion. Bold the feetThat climb unblenching to that stern retreatWhence, looking down, man ...
Non Dolet! (Edith Wharton Poems)
Age after age the fruit of knowledge fallsTo ashes on men's lips;Love fails, faith sickens, like a dying treeLife sheds ...
‘On Active Service’; American Expeditionary Force (R. S., August 12, 1918) (Edith Wharton Poems)
HE is dead that was alive. How shall friendship understand? Lavish heart and tireless hand Bidden not to give or ...
The Sonnet (Edith Wharton Poems)
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought Within thy curving hollow, ...
A Failure (Edith Wharton Poems)
(She Speaks.)I MEANT to be so strong and true!The world may smile and question, When?But what I might have been ...
Belgium (Edith Wharton Poems)
La Belgique ne regrette rienNot with her ruined silver spires,Not with her cities shamed and rent,Perish the imperishable firesThat shape ...