Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,
            With Violet blue;
Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,
            And eke her view;
Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill,
            With sweet delight
Of goddess' grace...

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th' unwearied Sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land

I ASK no kind return of love,
  No tempting charm to please;
Far from the heart those gifts remove,
  That sighs for peace and ease.

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
  That, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,...

Music i heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread.
Now that I am without you, all is desolate,
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your...

Poet: Conrad Aiken

Dead cleopatra lies in a crystal casket,
Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands.
Around her neck they have put a golden necklace
Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands.

Dead Cleopatra was once revered in Egypt—
Warm-eyed she was, this...

Poet: Conrad Aiken

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
And into the shadow again, without a whisper!—
Firefly’s my name, I am evanescent.

  Firefly’s your name. You are evanescent.
  But I follow you as remorselessly...

Poet: Conrad Aiken

A storm is riding on the tide;
Grey is the day and grey the tide,
Far-off the sea-gulls wheel and cry—
A storm draws near upon the tide;

A city lifts its minarets
To winds that from the desert sweep,
And prisoned Arab women weep
Below the...

Poet: Zoe Akins

I am the wind that wavers,
  You are the certain land;
I am the shadow that passes
  Over the sand.

I am the leaf that quivers,
  You the unshaken tree;
You are the stars that are steadfast,
  I am the sea.

You are the light...

Poet: Zoe Akins

O pale! O vivid! dear!
  O disillusioned eyes
Forever near!
  O Dream, arise!

I will not turn away
  From the face I loved again;
Your beauty may sway
  My life with pain.

I will drink the wine you pour,
  I will seek to...

Poet: Zoe Akins

The ships are lying in the bay,
  The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
  Desires the margin of the stars.

So much do I love wandering,
  So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing

Poet: Zoe Akins