Poems by Edith Wharton
An Autumn Sunset
... The motionless storm-clouds mass their sullen threats, ...
Chartres
... The floor is ridged like some rude mountain lawn, ...
La Vierge Au Donateur
... Two placid hearts, to all lifes good resigned, ...
Orpheus
... The gods, she said, (so runs lifes ancient lore) ...
Moonrise Over Tyringham
... Though some there were, proud hours that marched in mail, ...
All Souls
... V Till they say, as they hear us - poor dead, poor dead! - ...
Life
... And the hiss of the night-gods mouthing flutes of hell -- ...
Margaret Of Cortona
... . . I have tried the saints names and our blessed Mothers ...
Wants
... But when both love and friendship fail, ...
Phaedra
... Know, the one pang that makes your triumph whole ...
Grief
... There lie the mightiest passions, earthward thrust ...
Mould and Vase [GREEK POTTERY OF AREZZO.]
... Caught the wild round and bade the dancers rest - ...
"Some Busy Hands "
... I. SOME busy hands have brought to light, ...
Jade
... And wound their sinuous volutes round the whole ...
Botticelli's Madonna in the Louvre
... And thou couldst read in those dear infant eyes ...
