THE morning breaks like a pomegranateIn a shining crack of red,Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late    Whitening across the bed,It will find me w...

When the autumn roses   Are heavy with dew,Before the mist discloses   The leafs brown hue,You would, among the laughing hills   Of yesterdayWalk i...

A TINY moon as white and small as a single jasmineflowerLeans all alone above my window, on night's wintrybower,Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft a...