From A Window (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the window a whispering screen; I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose... continue reading
Gift, The (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) All that I have are gifts of your giving If I give them again, you would find them old, And your soul would weary of always living Before the mirror my life would hold. continue reading
Heart That Broke So Long, The (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) This heart that broke so long -- These feet that never flagged -- This faith that watched for star in vain, Give gently to the dead... continue reading
I Have Been Through The Gates (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) There is dust in the streets, and blood; They are empty; darkness is over them; His heart is a place with the lights gone out... continue reading
I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart (by: Sir John Suckling (1609 - 1641)) But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am most in doubt... continue reading
I Shall Not Care (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. continue reading
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone -- and I -- too late -- Should reach the Heart that wanted me. continue reading
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone -- and I -- too late -- Should reach the Heart that wanted me -- continue reading
In Autumn (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) I walk to love and life alone Over these mournful places, Across the summer overthrown, The dead joys of these silent faces, To claim my own... continue reading
Knowing When Love Is Through (by: Michael Mack) Once a flower has wilted, its fragrance disappears Once a word is spoken, it will echo through the years. Once a match has burned out, it will never flame anew And one of the things of knowing love Is knowing when it's through. continue reading
