White in the moonlight, Wet with dew, We have known the languor Of being two. We have been weary As children are, When over them, radiant, A stooping star, Bends their Good-Night, Kissed and smiled:– Each was mother, Each was child. Child, from your forehead I kissed the hair, Gently, ah, gently: And you were Mistress and mother When on your breast I lay so safely And could rest.
Sary “Fixes Up” Things By Albert Bigelow Paine
Oh, yes, we’ve be’n fixin’ up some sence we sold that piece o’ groun’ Fer a place to put a golf-lynx to them crazy dudes from…
Mis’ Smith By Albert Bigelow Paine
All day she hurried to get through, The same as lots of wimmin do; Sometimes at night her husban’ said, “Ma, ain’t you goin’ to come to bed?” And…
Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles By Alan Seeger
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades White belfries burn in the blue tropic air. Lie…
With a Copy of Shakespeare’s Sonnets on Leaving College By Alan Seeger
As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, Weighing the yield of these four faded years, If any ask what fruit seems loveliest, What lasting gold among the garnered…
Vivien By Alan Seeger
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine clothes the summer world. Her robes were gauzes…
Virginibus Puerisque . . . By Alan Seeger
I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life’s romance, nor puts above All life’s necessities the need to love, Nor counts his greatest…
Translations Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI By Alan Seeger
Florence, rejoice! For thou o’er land and sea So spread’st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no less into the depths of Hell. So noble…
Translations Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 By Alan Seeger
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser loosed, And clapped his spurs into the creature’s…
To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War By Alan Seeger
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o’er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny whose bloody toll enflames A generous people to…