Twohundredeightyfour

But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So…


Twohundredeightythree

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and…


Twohundredeightytwo

She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the…


Twohundredeightyone

love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom…


Twohundredeighty

I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my…


Twohundredseventynine

But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A…


Twohundredseventyeight

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return! And…


Twohundredseventyseven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many…


Twohundredseventyfive

Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow…