Twohundredforty

Supper comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover...


Twohundredtwentynine

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The...


Twohundredtwentyseven

In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor...


Twohundrednineteen

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and...