Samantha Mack

He past; a soul of nobler tone:    My spirit loved and loves him yet,    Like some poor girl whose heart is set On one whose rank exceeds...

O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me    No casual mistress, but a wife,    My bosom-friend and half of life; As I confess it needs must be; O...

n those sad words I took farewell:    Like echoes in sepulchral halls,    As drop by drop the water falls In vaults and catacombs, they...

Peace; come away: the song of woe    Is after all an earthly song:    Peace; come away: we do him wrong To sing so wildly: let us go....

"So careful of the type?" but no.    From scarped cliff and quarried stone    She cries, "A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing,...

The wish, that of the living whole    No life may fail beyond the grave,    Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the...

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good    Will be the final goal of ill,    To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of...

How many a father have I seen,    A sober man, among his boys,    Whose youth was full of foolish noise, Who wears his manhood hale and...

I cannot love thee as I ought,    For love reflects the thing beloved;    My words are only words, and moved Upon the topmost froth of...

Do we indeed desire the dead    Should still be near us at our side?    Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we...

Be near me when my light is low,   When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick   And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of...

From art, from nature, from the schools,    Let random influences glance,    Like light in many a shiver'd lance That breaks about the...

If these brief lays, of Sorrow born,   Were taken to be such as closed    Grave doubts and answers here proposed, Then these were such as...

That each, who seems a separate whole,    Should move his rounds, and fusing all    The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in...

We ranging down this lower track,    The path we came by, thorn and flower,    Is shadow'd by the growing hour, Lest life should fail in...

The baby new to earth and sky,    What time his tender palm is prest    Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that "this is...

How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more;   But he forgets the days before God shut the doorways of his head....

If Sleep and Death be truly one,    And every spirit's folded bloom    Thro' all its intervital gloom In some long trance should slumber...

I vex my heart with fancies dim:   He still outstript me in the race;   It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank'd with him....

Thy spirit ere our fatal loss    Did ever rise from high to higher;    As mounts the heavenward altar-fire, As flies the lighter thro'...