Author: William Vaughn Moody

Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep […]

A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And […]

Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge […]

Streets of the roaring town, Hush for him, hus, be still! He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word […]

This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger […]