The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a …

The Man He Killed

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a …

The Convergence Of The Twain

I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. …

Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves …

During Wind And Rain

They sing their dearest songs– He, she, all of them–yea, Treble and tenor and bass. And one to play; With the candles …