From One Who Stays (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls Eery, distorted, as it long had shone On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone. continue reading
Gone (by: Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)) Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town. Far off Everybody loved her. continue reading
Happy Lover Who Has Come, A (by: Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)) So find I every pleasant spot, In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not. continue reading
Hayeswater (by: Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888)) A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, a single boat: continue reading
Hill Wife, The (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come back... 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
Inheritance,The (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Since you did depart Out of my reach, my darling, Into the hidden, I see each shadow start With recognition, and I Am wonder-ridden. continue reading
