Browsing: Poems

Because of you, in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face, I no…

This is the spot:—how mildly does the sunShine in between the fading leaves! the airIn the habitual silence of this…

And what is love? It is a doll dress’d upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers,…