Wisdom immortal from immortal Jove Shadows more beauty with her virgin brows Than is between the virgin breasts of Love Who makes at will and breaks her random vows, And hath a name all earthly names above: The noblest are her offspring; she controls The time and seasons--yea, all things that are-- The heads and hands of men, their hearts and...Learn More

O crimson-hearted, flower-producing June-- Dear month of love, and laughter, and light song! Wherein our mother brings her choral throng To hymn the hymns that sweetest are in tune: Wherein all gaily goes gave soul of wrong That takes to bed quite blinded by the light Of that sweet, sober, gentle queen of night That rules the tides of earth and...Learn More

Anticipation is the oil that feeds The flame of life. It is the Siren fair That sings at twilight in the hollow reeds, And drowns the moaning discord of despair. Nay, now in darkest night it comes to me,-- It dulls the edge of every present care: Blots from the tablets of the memory What hath been ill, or is, inscribing there In golden letters that...Learn More