O Death, Death, Death! Thou art the Lord of all, And at Thy temple, where for Thee are shed Man's blood and tears: gods, kings, and temples fall; Thy reign, O Lord, is immemorial: Ever thou waxest stronger and more dread, More populous grows Thy kingdom of the dead, And joy and love and hope Thou hast in thrall. We follow vain desires and idle...Learn More

The darkness throbbed that night with the great heat, And my heart throbbed at thought of what should be; The house was dumb, the lock slid silently; I only heard the night's hot pulses beat Around me as I sped with quiet feet Down the dark corridors; and once the sea Moaned in its slumber, and I stayed, but she Came forth to meet me lily-white and...Learn More