O thou the last fulfilment of life,Death, my death, come and whisper to me!Day after day I have kept watch…
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-"We play from the time we wake till…
Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neckwith my tears of sorrow.The stars have wrought their anklets…
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss ofheaven for our earth.He loves the light of…
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's veryown world.I know it has stars…
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don'tunderstand.He was reading to you all…
A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the…
A Mien to move a Queen—Half Child—Half Heroine—An Orleans in the EyeThat puts its manner byFor humbler CompanyWhen none are…
A loss of something ever felt I—The first that I could recollectBereft I was—of what I knew notToo young that…
A little Road—not made of Man—Enabled of the Eye—Accessible to Thill of Bee—Or Cart of Butterfly—If Town it have—beyond itself—'Tis…