Lovers, forget your love,And list to the love of these,She a window flower,And he a winter breeze.When the frosty window…
What things for dream there are when spectre-like,Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,I enter alone upon the stubble field,From which…
Out of the mud two strangers cameAnd caught me splitting wood in the yard,And one of them put me off…
Love and forgetting might have carried themA little further up the mountain sideWith night so near, but not much further…
Tree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you…
Come with rain. O loud Southwester!Bring the singer, bring the nester;Give the buried flower a dream;make the settled snowbank steam;Find…
Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on airThat crossed…
I slumbered with your poems on my breastSpread open as I dropped them half-read throughLike dove wings on a figure…
Grief may have thought it was grief.Care may have thought it was care.They were welcome to their belief,The overimportant pair.No,…
Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey dayI paused and said, "I will turn back from here.No, I will…