Remember

Remember me when I am gone away ( Read more... )

"Why do I love" You, Sir?

480 ( Read more... )

"I Am Not Yours"

I am not yours, not lost in you ( Read more... )

`Much Madness is divinest Sense`
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
`Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you`re straightaway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -

`Trail all your pikes`
Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum ( Read more... )

You are Christ's Hands

Christ has no body now on earth but yours,
     no hands but yours,
     no feet but yours,
Yours are the eyes through which to look out
     Christ's compassion to the world
Yours are the feet with which he is to go about
     doing good;
Yours are the hands with which he is to bless men now.

Sonnet from the Portugese.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways ( Read more... )

Sea Love
Tide be runnin` the great world over:
`Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin` the toss about the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin` as the sea.

Heer`s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,
Wi` the moon`s old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An` him no more to me nor me to him
Than the wind goin` over my hand.