Lilla Cabot Perry

  • Art

    Wouldst know the artist? Then go seek
    Him in his labors. Though he strive
    That Nature’s voice alone should speak
    From page or canvas to the heart,
    Yet is it passionately alive
    With his own soul! Of him ’t is part!—
    This happy failure, this is Art...

  • Life and Death

    O ye who see with other eyes than ours,
    And speak with tongues we are too deaf to hear,
    Whose touch we cannot feel yet know ye near,
    When, with a sense of yet undreamed-of powers,
    We sudden pierce the cloud of sense that lowers,
    Enwrapping us as ’t were...

  • Meeting after Long Absence

    I
    as she FEARED IT WOULD BE
    HERE in this room where first we met,
      And where we said farewell with tears,
    Here, where you swore “Though you forget,
      My love shall deeper grow with years,”

    Here, where the pictures on the wall,
      The very...