Life
our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!
A BOOK
HE...
Life Here a star, and there a star, A BOOK |
Choice When that which is and that which was |
The waking YEAR The tidy breezes with their brooms |
Too late Could she have guessed that it would be... |
Will there really be a morning? |
Belshazzar had a letter,— |
I Never saw a moor, I never spake with God, |