In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both viole ... [read more]
Each night, in silent splendor, I see you shut your door And for a span of hours The world sees you no more; No more will you enrapture Each crowded city street, No eye will watch you passing, No heart will miss a beat. Only your door will witne ... [read more]