O bony relic of forgotten days, Which, from my bookshelf, dominates the room, Your empty sockets, with sardonic gaze, Follow me weirdly in the deepening gloom! I often think, if sudden speech returned, You might reveal that secret, grisly jest… Read More ›
“Why do you wait at your door, woman, Alone in the night?” “I am waiting for one who will come, stranger, To show him a light. He will see me afar on the road And be glad at the sight.”… Read More ›
A fair witch crept to a young man’s side, And he kiss’d her and took her for his bride. But a Shape came in at the dead of night, And fill’d the room with snowy light. And he saw how… Read More ›
