The Poetry Pages
Sorrow and Sadness (5)
This, too, will die, and leave us grieving
For all the ills its arms enfold,
For faiths betrayed, for friends deceiving,
And love grown cold.
-- Edith Nesbit. At the Year's End.
Behind the mill she rises;
I watch her silver shield,
And in my heart burst open
The wounds I thought were healed.
-- Julius Karl Reinhold Sturm. The Ruined Mill.
- Autumn Leaves
- When First I Came Here
- Drifting
- At Last
- The Abandoned
- Four Years
- After Death
- Memory
- In Memoriam Geoff
- Starlight
- Sonnet
- The Rainy Day
- At the Year's End
- The Still of the Year
- Speech and Silence
- The Solitary Reaper
- At The Last
- A Dirge
- A Dirge (2)
- Reluctance
- Requiescat (2)
- Borderland
- The Destroyer
- The Ruined Mill
