Friend of my chamber--O thou spiral shell That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea! Repeating with eternal constancy Whatever memories the wave can tell; Whatever harmonies may rise and swell, Whatever sadness in the deep may be-- They are the ocean's, and desired of thee; Thou treasurest what thou dost love so well. So all my heart is one voluted...Learn More

I am not here alone. A hidden throng Is round me in the vesper of the sky. Dead Babylon and Nineveh are nigh; Rome, Antioch; the slave who felt the thong; The lord that slew him when the day was long And the soul heavy with satiety. And some are near who saw the Christ go by; While Pilate shut aloof, at gaze with wrong. And what are they these...Learn More