Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon…

I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine… – Emily Dickinson We all have our ways of dealing with situations we can’t handle…

He looked askance at Vera, and now that by declaring her love for him she had cast off the aloofness which so adds to a woman’s charm, she seemed to him, as it were, shorter, plainer, more ordinary. “What’s the meaning of it?”  he thought with horror.  “But I…  do…

The greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the turmoil, acted as if stunned.  They accepted the pelting of the bullets with bowed and weary heads.  It was of no purpose to strive against walls.  It was of no use to batter themselves against granite.  And from…

“My sweet,” she said, “as yet I am not wise, Or stored with words aright the tale to tell, But listen: when I opened first mine eyes I stood within the niche thou knowest well, And from my hand a heavy thing there fell Carved like these flowers, nor could…

Whence is this monstrousness? and to what end?  Let Thy mercy gleam that I may ask, if so be the secret penalties of men, and those darkest pangs of the sons of Adam, may perhaps answer me.  Whence is this monstrousness? and to what end?  The mind commands the body,…