Star-dust and vaporous light,— The mist of worlds unborn,— A shuddering in the awful night Of winds that bring the morn. Now comes the dawn: the circling… Read more “Noël”
Category: Richard Watson Gilder
A Woman’s Thought
I am a woman—therefore I may not Call to him, cry to him, Fly to him, Bid him delay not! Then when he comes to me, I… Read more “A Woman’s Thought”
