Poems found: 99
TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE)
ON WATTS' PICTURE OF PAOLA AND FRANCESCA
AFTER SEEING 'ROMEO AND JULIET'
AND NOW THE FIRST COLD NUMBNESS OF THE BLOW
GAILY HE RODE INTO LIFE'S TOURNAMENT
I DARE NOT PRAY THEE, FOR THOU ART WORN
I DREAMED THAT I WAS LIFTED TO THE SKIES
I PICKED THIS CORNFLOWER IN THE RUSTLING RYE
I SAW YOU BY THE SUMMER CANDLELIGHT
I SAW YOU SHEPHERDING A FLOCK OF FLOWERS
I SAW YOU SMILING OVER BROKEN FLOWERS
I THINK GOD MADE YOU SOUL FOR BETTER THINGS
I WATCHED YOU IN THE DISTANCE TALL AND PALE
MY LOVE IS GLAD AND STRONG AS THE SALT SEA
MY TREASURE AND MY RESTING-PLACE ARE FOUND
O STAR OF DAWN, DESCENDED FROM THE SPHERES
ONE DAY I HEARD A WHISPER: WHEREFORE WAIT
SHALL I PRETEND THAT I NO MORE PERCEIVE
SHE IS A VESSEL OF MYSTERIOUS SNOW
ANGUISH OF THOSE DAYS, THE DAYS THAT WERE
SILVER ANGEL WITH SAD SABLE WINGS
WORLD WAS WAITING FOR THE THUNDER'S BIRTH
TONIGHT THE THOUGHTS OF YOU DRIFT ROUND MY BED
WE DRIFT APART NOR CAN WE QUITE FORGET
WE DRIFTED TO EACH OTHER LIKE TWO BIRDS
YOU TOUCHED THE WOUND THAT WAS NO LONGER SORE
YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF THE EVENING, AND THE SKIES
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JULIET'S OWL
ON WATT'S PICTURE OF PAOLO AND FRANCESCA
PARCE QUE C'ETAIT ELLE; PARCE QUE C'ETAIT MOI