Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of s... Read more

Ours is a silence that waits. Endlessly waits. And then, unable to bear it any further, it breaks into wails. But not all suppressed reactions end in our bemoaning the tragedy. Sometimes, th... Read more

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with... Read more

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair.   I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the... Read more

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me! Adelaide Crapsey was an American poet. Born in Brooklyn, New Y... Read more

My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble... Read more

LOVE for love, and moments sweet, Lips returning kiss for kiss, Word for word, and eyes that meet; Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss. Thus at eve, and thus the morrow! Yet thou feeblest... Read more

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot... Read more

  Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To sto... Read more

I wonder what those lovers mean, who say They have giv’n their hearts away. Some good kind lover tell me how; For mine is but a torment to me now.   If so it be one place both hea... Read more