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  • Deep in the desert's misery,
    far in the fury of the sand,
    36 lines
  • You saw perched on a cliff a maid,
    Her raiment white above the breakers,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Where the sea forever dances
    Over lonely cliff and dune,
    32 lines, 2 comments
  • Not long ago, in a charming dream,
    I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure;
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
    Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
    7 lines, 1 comment
  • Longing for spiritual springs,
    I dragged myself through desert sands…
    64 lines
  • He's blessed, who lives in peace, that's distant
    From the ignorant fobs with calls,
    8 lines, 3 comments
  • Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -
    The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
    16 lines
  • She substituted, by a chance,
    For empty "you" -- the gentle "thou";
    8 lines, 5 comments
  • The chain of golden days and nights
    Is still your heritage from Deity,
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;
    And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • What is my name to you? 'T will die:
    a wave that has but rolled to reach
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • In alien lands I keep the body
    Of ancient native rites and things:
    9 lines, 5 comments
  • A lot of us were on the bark:
    Some framed a sail for windy weather,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Bound for your distant home
    you were leaving alien lands.
    25 lines, 3 comments
  • What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
    The gratis talk of outrage,
    5 lines, 1 comment
  • I loved you; even now I must confess,
    Some embers of my love their fire retain;
    48 lines, 12 comments
  • I saw the Death, and she was seating
    By quiet entrance at my own home,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • What means my name to you?...T'will die
    As does the melancholy murmur
    17 lines, 2 comments
  • Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
    For my forever painful love:
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.
    The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • One half Milord, one half in trade,
    One half a sage, one half a dunce,
    5 lines
  • When the loud day for men who sow and reap
    Grows still, and on the silence of the town
    17 lines, 1 comment
  • My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearing,
    Disturbs night's dreamy calm ... Pale at my bedside burning,
    7 lines
  • A magic moment I remember:
    I raised my eyes and you were there,
    19 lines, 7 comments
  • If I walk the noisy streets,
    Or enter a many thronged church,
    31 lines
  • Gift haphazard, unavailing,
    Life, why were thou given me?
    15 lines
  • The storm wind covers the sky
    Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
    31 lines
  • The days drag on, each moment multiplies
    Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • A Drama in Verse
    DRAMATIS PERSONAE
    3042 lines, 1 comment
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