by Dev
Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow…
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and…
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a…
When the first dark had fallen around them And the leaves were weary of…
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to…
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an…
But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw…
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above;…
Light, my light, the world-filling light, The eye-kissing light,…
