Botticelli’s Madonna in the Louvre (Edith Wharton Poems)
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
Edith Wharton Poems on Pain (6 Poems)
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 ...
Experience (Edith Wharton Poems)
I.LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we standUpon the desert verge of death, and say:"What shall avail the woes of ...
Patience (Edith Wharton Poems)
PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand So many days that I have grown to trace The lines of ...
Botticelli’s (Edith Wharton Poems)
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
Mona Lisa (Edith Wharton Poems)
Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steepNo mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed:Dreams and illusions beacon from its keep.But at ...