Death
The Modern Poet
A Song of Derivations
I come from nothing; but from where
Come the undying thoughts…
Come the undying thoughts…
The Castaway
Obscurest night involv’d the sky,
Th’ Atlantic billows roar’d,
When such a destin’d wretch as…
Th’ Atlantic billows roar’d,
When such a destin’d wretch as…
Wait Without Hope
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be…
For hope would be…
The Glories of our Blood and State
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no…
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no…
Omar Khayyám
To A. L.
Sayer of sooth, and Searcher of dim skies!
Lover of Song, and…
Lover of Song, and…
To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can…
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can…
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…