Supper comes at five o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes…
by Dev
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen…
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.…
The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine, The wide reach of bay and…
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will…
She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came…
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…
Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only…
There have been times I cannot hide, There have been times when this…
And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim…
