Going for Water
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can…
And so we went with pail and can…
Literature
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of…
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of…
To the Forgotten Dead
To the forgotten dead,
Come, let us drink in silence ere we part.
To every…
Come, let us drink in silence ere we part.
To every…
The Voiceless
We count the broken lyres that rest
Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
But o’er…
Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
But o’er…
The Meeting
As I went up and he came down, my little six-year boy,
Upon the stairs…
Upon the stairs…
Voices of the Night
“I wrote this poem on the 3d of October, 1837, to send with a bouquet…
An Old Man’s Winter Night
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in…
Through the thin frost, almost in…
The Veiled Prophet
In that delightful province of the sun,
The first of Persian lands he shines upon,…
The first of Persian lands he shines upon,…