Twohundredninetythree

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not...


Twohundredninetytwo

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six...


Twohundredninetyone

The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow, The laughter...


Twohundredninety

Sing the song of the moment in careless carols, in the transient light of...