When, full of warm and eager love, I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, “Take care, my dear, you ‘ll… Read more “Snowdrop”
Category: William Wetmore Story
In the Rain
I stand in the cold gray weather, In the white and silvery rain; The great trees huddle together, And sway with the windy strain. I dream of… Read more “In the Rain”
Black Eyes
Those black eyes I once so praised Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where ‘s the love that through them blazed? Where ‘s the tenderness of… Read more “Black Eyes”