God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night: The winds are still, The moon drops down behind the western hill; God keep you safely, dearest, till the light. God keep you then when slumber melts away, And care and strife Take up new arms to fret our waking life, God keep you through the battle of the day. God keep you. Nay, beloved soul, how vain, How poor is prayer! I can but say again, and yet again, God keep you every time and everywhere.
The Spinner twisted her slender thread As she sat and spun: “The earth and the heavens are mine,” she said, “And the moon and sun; Into my web the sunlight goes, And the breath of May, And the crimson life of the new-blown rose That was born to-day.” The spinner sang in the hush of noon And her...
When Psyche’s friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become—her friend!
God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night: The winds are still, The moon drops down behind the western hill; God keep you safely, dearest, till the light. God keep you then when slumber melts away, And care and strife Take up new arms to fret our waking life, God keep you through the...
When psyche’s friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become—her friend!
A breath can fan love’s flame to burning,— Make firm resolve of trembling doubt. But, strange! at fickle fancy’s turning, The selfsame breath can blow it out.
