I think if I should cross the room, Far as fear; Should stand beside you like a thought— Touch you, dear, Like a fancy,—to your sad heart It would seem That my vision passed and prayed you, Or my dream. Then you would look with lonely eyes— Lift your head— And you would stir, and sigh, and say, “She is dead.” Baffled by death and love, I lean Through the gloom. O Lord of life! am I forbid To cross the room?
One shadow glides from the dumb shore, And one from every silent sail. One cloud the averted heavens wear, A soft mask, thin and frail. Oh, silver is the lessening rain, And yellow was the weary drouth. The reef her warning finger puts Upon the harbor’s mouth. Her thin, wan finger, stiff and...
I think if I should cross the room, Far as fear; Should stand beside you like a thought— Touch you, dear, Like a fancy,—to your sad heart It would seem That my vision passed and prayed you, Or my dream. Then you would look with lonely eyes— Lift your head...
Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood, Whose front no mortal could assail; For more than twice three hundred years The terror of the Indian vale. By blood and fire the robber band Answered the helpless village wail. Hot was his heart and cool his thought, When Napier from his Englishmen Up to...
