Mirage (by: Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)) The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. continue reading
My Buterfly (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead... continue reading
Passing Bell, A (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; What did you say, my dear? The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob— Yes, my love, I hear. continue reading
Peddler, The (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) The road, the road, beyond men's bolted doors, There shall I walk and you go free of me, For yours lies North across the moors, And mine lies South. To what seas? continue reading
Poor--Torn Heart--A Tattered Heart, A (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West... continue reading
Roses And Rue (by: Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)) Could we live it over again, Were it worth the pain, Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead! continue reading
Shattered Lute, A (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) I touched the heart that loved me as a player Touches a lyre. Content with my poor skill, No touch save mine knew my beloved... continue reading
Snowfall (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) "She can't be unhappy," you said, "The smiles are like stars in her eyes, And her laughter is thistledown Around her low replies." continue reading
