Joy
We never joy enjoy to that full point Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been, Nor have the…
Proof
Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving, Who…
Nightly Thoughts
We are born at sunset and we die ere morn, And the whole darkness of the world we…
My Love for You
When I should be asleep to mine own voice In telling thee how much thy love’s my dream,…
The Lone Mystery
As the lone, frighted user of a night-road Suddenly turns round, nothing to detect, Yet on his fear’s…
Voyage of Life
Like to a ship that storms urge on its course, By its own trials our soul is surer…
Deceit
As to a child, I talked my heart asleep With empty promise of the coming day, And it…
Beyond Saving
Oh to be idle loving idleness! But I am idle all in hate of me; Ever in action’s…
Unmask
How many masks wear we, and undermasks, Upon our countenance of soul, and when, If for self-sport the…
Infinite Possibilities
Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee– That entire death shall null my entire thought;…
Estranged
As a bad orator, badly o’er-book-skilled, Doth overflow his purpose with made heat, And, like a clock, winds…
The Pause
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, When the miserly press of each day’s need…
In Loving Memory
I could not think of thee as piecèd rot, Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long…
The Inked Page
When I do think my meanest line shall be More in Time’s use than my creating whole, That…