The Old Stoic
Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of…
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of…
Poetry
Growing Old
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,…
Is it to lose the glory of the form,…
Into the Twilight
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;…
A Hymn to Night
Come, mysterious night;
Descend and nestle to us. Descend softly on the houses
We built…
Descend and nestle to us. Descend softly on the houses
We built…
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a…
Prevent the dog from barking with a…