Twohundredseventeen

The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps Its red rust downward, and...


Twohundredsixteen

Time passed from mind. Time died; and then we were Once more at home...


Twohundredfifteen

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery...


Twohundredthirteen

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless...