Michael Field

  •         UPON St. Michael’s Isle
            They laid him for awhile
    That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace,
                And wedded be
                To that wide sea—
      The subject and the passion of his race.
        As Thetis, from some lovely...

  • From Machaon and the Faun
    I DANCE and dance! Another faun,
    A black one, dances on the lawn.
    He moves with me, and when I lift
    My heels his feet directly shift:
    I can’t outdance him though I try;
    He dances nimbler than I.
    I toss my head, and...