Bliss Carman

  • Katherine Woodshas quoted2 years ago
    And then her mouth, more delicate 5
    Than the frail wood-anemone,
    Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
    The purple shadows.
  • Katherine Woodshas quoted2 years ago
    Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
  • Katherine Woodshas quoted2 years ago
    Surer, serener,
    Fuller with passion
    And exultation,
    Let the hushed whisper 40
    In thine own heart say,
    How I adore thee.
  • Katherine Woodshas quoted2 years ago
    If death be good,
    Why do the gods not die?
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