• Aquarium

    How my desires no more, alas,
    Summon my soul to my eyelids' brink,
    For with its prayers that ebb and pass
    It too must sink,... more »

  • Lassitude

    These lips have long forgotten to bestow
    Their kiss on blind eyes chiller than the snow,
    Henceforth absorbed in their magnificent dream.
    Drowsy as hounds deep in the grass they seem;... more »

  • Stagnant Hours

    Here are the old desires that pass,
    The dreams of weary men, that die,
    The dreams that faint and fail, alas!
    And there the days of hope gone by!... more »

  • The Hospital

    The hospital!
    The hospital on the banks of the canal,
    The hospital, and the month of July!
    They are lighting a fire in the ward,... more »

  • The Passions

    Narrow paths my passions tread:
    Laughter rings there, sorrow cries;
    Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes,
    Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,... more »

  • Vigil

    My soul her unused hands to pray
    Folds, that hide the world away:
    Lord, my broken dreams complete,
    That Thine angels' lips repeat.... more »