William Vaughn Moody

"To-night her lids shall lift again, slow, soft, with vague desire,             And lay about my breast and brain their hush of spirit fir"

"Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape,             Rain whitens the dead sea,             From headland dim to sullen cape"

"This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger than spring, without the faintest tr"

"Streets of the roaring town, Hush for him, hus, be still! He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word of our will. Hush! Let him have his state, Gi"

"Two hours, two hours: God give me strength for it!             He who has given so much strength to me             And nothing to my chi"

"A mile behind is Gloucester town             Where the fishing fleets put in,             A mile ahead the land dips down             A"

"All day he drowses by the sail             With dreams of her, and all night long             The broken waters are at song"

"Poi disse un altro.... "Io son Buonconte:             Giovanna o altri non ha di me cura;             Per ch' io vo tra costor con bassa"

"This, then, is she,             My mother as she looked at seventeen,             When she first met my father. Young incredibly,"

"Streets of the roaring town,                     Hush for him, hush, be still!                     He comes, who was stricken do"

"Nay, move not! Sit just as you are,             Under the carved wings of the chair.             The hearth-glow sifting through your ha"

"This string upon my harp was best beloved:             I thought I knew its secrets through and through;             Till an old man, wh"

"(After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the head of the first enlisted negro reg"

"I wonder can this be the world it was             At sunset? I remember the sky fell             Green as pale meadows, at the long stre"

"I             I sat beside the glassy evening sea,             One foot upon the thin horn of my lyre,             And all its strings"

"The opal heart of afternoon             Was clouding on to throbs of storm,             Ashen within the ardent west             The li"

"Only two patient eyes to stare             Out of the canvas. All the rest--             The warm green gown, the small hands pressed"

"I             IN NEW YORK             He plays the deuce with my writing time,             For the penny my sixth-floor neighbor thro"

"The faint stars wake and wonder,             Fade and find heart anew;             Above us and far under             Sphereth the watc"

"Leave the early bells at chime,                     Leave the kindled hearth to blaze,             Leave the trellised panes whe"

"Through his might men work their wills.             They have boweled out the hills             For food to keep him toiling in the cage"

"Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea             I met a sacred elephant, snow-white.             Upon his back a huge pagoda t"

"Before the coming of the dark, he dreamed             An old-world faded story: of a knight,             Much like in need to him, who w"

"At last the bird that sang so long             In twilight circles, hushed his song:             Above the ancient square             T"

"Thank God my brain is not inclined to cut             Such capers every day! I 'm just about             Mellow, but then--There goes th"