There is a breath at midnight that comes in Sad as a sigh, for then the day is dead And the young morrow doth his course begin, Sowing new dreams in many a dreamer's head. And there are two have waked in one dark bed Just as the last stroke fades in lonely air, And having whispered, half-awake, have sped With silent feet into sleep's poppied...Learn More

She was so dear, so fair. Her memory stays, Even her dying robs me not of this, That I have walked with her in mortal ways Whose tender beauty now immortal is. There are sweet flowers that bloom in ways forlorn And sad sweet eyes whose beauty is a flower Blown in the night to which there is no morn, Dream-born and dying in its dewy bower; And she...Learn More

Her maiden dreams were redolent of love, Warm-bosomed as she breathed the passionate air Of old romance, and did in fancy move 'Mong the gay knights who died for ladies fair; Until she heard the thunder of the press, And so became a lover; her heart rang The note of love's alarm, his tenderness, When in the onset all the tourney sang. And she was...Learn More

Time grows upon us until we exhaust Hope's possibilities, and then we die Who thus of life each make a holocaust Till all we have in nature is put by. No one survives himself, and none can so Reclaim the sentiment of youth that he Would like a fallen leaf re-budded grow On the bare bough of joy's mortality. Oh! in what charms may death himself...Learn More