No Longer Mourn for Me When I am Dead
No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly…
Than you shall hear the surly…
Poetry
The Flowers of Your Garden
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me…
To a Historian
You who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races—the life…
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races—the life…
Delight Alone!
In the surging swell
Where joys abound,
In perfumed wavelets’
Trembling sound,
In the world’s…
Where joys abound,
In perfumed wavelets’
Trembling sound,
In the world’s…
