Twohundredfifty

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and…


Twohundredfortynine

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all…


Twohundredfortyeight

But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely…


Twohundredfortyseven

The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black…


Twohundredfortysix

While the moon rode over the garden,    High in the arch of night, And…


Twohundredfortyfive

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;…


Twohundredfortyfour

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,…


Twohundredfortythree

You've never laughed Until the world Has been beneath you A mosaic map…


Twohundredfortytwo

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


Twohundredfortyone

Before my drift-wood fire I sit,    And see, with every waif I burn,…