The Poetry Pages
Sorrow and Sadness (7)
I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things...
-- Sara Teasdale. Compensation (2).
Yes, it will be over soon... This sickly dream
Of life will vanish from my feverish brain;
And death my wearied spirit will redeem
From this wild region of unvaried pain.
-- Henry Kirke White. The Bitter Cup.
- Song Making
- In Our Boat
- Red Maples
- Morning Song
- Comfort in Tears
- The Confession of Devorgilla
- Dust
- Happiness Lost
- The Last Betrayal
- The Last Rose Of Summer
- Still Like Dew In Silence Falling
- Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes
- Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded
- The Dark Night
- The Dark Night (2)
- The Dark Night Of The Soul
- When the Sad Word
- Shell Full Of Sand
- The Goblet
- Sail On, Sail On
- The Bitter Cup
- My Prime Of Youth Is But A Frost Of Cares
- Gloomy Sunday
- Gloomy Sunday (2)
