High above the altar, looking down, The stained-glass angel smiles almost unseen, At generations passing through below, Some raise their...

Seldom is Edgar Allan Poe's voice heard today. It is drowned out by the popular culture's notions of some deranged man whose stories and...

Sir knight, I can a sister's love Happily offer you, But any other kind love Would not be true. Softly I can appear to you, And softly...

Since everything has already been taken, And delight forsaken, When I had never known such joy before, Since Love could stand no more To...

My heart longs for gardens at Cordoba Where young maidens weep like morning roses; And suns never shimmer without gilding Cloudlets with...

To the short day and great arc of shadow I've come, alas and to the paling hills When all the colors have vanished from the grass Where...

Love, since it has been decreed that I must Suffer, in order to be heard; That I must show myself spent of virtue, Then grant me the...

Years have passed and sadly miles apart, I dip this pen in the blood-pools of my heart, We cried for help, there’s no response, Our...

If I could fly from this dark valley Where the gloomy vapors creep And by some wonder swiftly flee, My soul could blessedly weep! Gazing...