There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She…
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is…
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In…