The aged catch their breath, For the nonchalant couple go Waltzing across the tightrope As if there were no death Or hope…

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d…

has not altered;—     a place as kind as it is green,     the greenest place I’ve never seen. Every name is a tune….

Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a…

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone – A Whip so small you could not see it…

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in…