I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and…
by Dev
I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all…
But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely…
The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black…
While the moon rode over the garden, High in the arch of night, And…
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;…
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,…
You've never laughed Until the world Has been beneath you A mosaic map…
Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow…
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn,…
