Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon. Votes: 6
Why do You thus devise Evil against her?' 'For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore. Votes: 4
Look up . . .From bleakening hillsBlows down the light, first breathOf wintry wind . . . look up, and scentThe snow! Votes: 4
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood. Votes: 3
My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure. Votes: 2
The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep? Votes: 1
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me! Votes: 0
Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall. Votes: 0
These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead. Votes: 0
I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these. Votes: 0