'Let me be young,' the Latmian shepherd prayed, 'And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;' Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven's crowne`d maid, And gave h...
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910Adelaide Cra...
I make my shroud, but no one knows -- So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way wh...
The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light, The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing. Hasten, belov`ed! For see, while you were ...