You really is He does not You really is Thousand years ago The man So, adrift in Years of a river of Who heart go Turned to stone And who‘s expectations and waiting In the millenn...

    The Rainy Day     Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     The day is coldand dark, and dreary;     It rains, and the wind is ...

  The angel has eggs lily-white On the liliad hull as a dream kite. The endocentric love has burst out As a flash of lightning rush out. The calling language wakens...

    And nodding by the fire,take down this book,     And slowly read,and dream of the soft look     Your eyes had once,and of their sha...

Evening Song LOOK off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they kiss in sight of all the lands. Ah! Longer, longer, we. Now i...

Silent Noon   Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath ...

Clouds had settled in on the frigid day. Their love was frozen, held in place. His loving stares and her fair love Could not conquer their stubborness. No matter how hard she tried...

A Grain of Sand William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. &n...

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am...

  One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ic...