Potential Titles: Edith Wharton

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So versed in all the arts of pain - Edith Wharton "Alternative Epitaphs"

Forever moving through the fiery hail - Edith Wharton "Battle Sleep"

Though steep her secret dwelling clings - Edith Wharton "Dieu d'Amour [a Castle in Cyprus]"

Thither my startled sould she brings - Edith Wharton "Dieu d'Amour [a Castle in Cyprus]"

Reweave its patterning of silver wave - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Shall speak to us with lips the darkness closes - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Look at us with eyes that missed the roses - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Scrape the moss from our names - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

As Peter's chains dropped for the Angel - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

The stars, and the quiet spaces between - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

By the way the roots kept pushing - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

Peer past the stripped arms of the rose - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

His hands fall like sun on my hair - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

All the old life bubbling up in me - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

The sap struggling up unseen in the clematis - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

Nearer than my flesh yet distant as a star - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Mirthfullest mate of all my moral games - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Divine accomplice of those perilous-sweet - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

That we are fellows till the last night falls - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Such undreamed distances as the last planets see - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

The sentinel pacings of the outmost stars - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

The heart of wonder in familiar things - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

All the autumn heaven ripe with stars - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Have made a secret pact with Sleep - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Toiled in low meadows of gray asphodel - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Under a pale sky where no shadows fall - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Through spray of splintered star-beams - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

White rage of desperate moon-drawn waters - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Voids that never knew the pity of creation - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Have climbed with you by secret ways - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Where lonely thoughts listen and wander - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Creeping down by waterless defiles under an iron midnight - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Kept my vigil in the waste till dawn began - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Till dawn began to walk among the ruins - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

A sapling rooted in a fissured plinth - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Star-sentinelled from our humanity - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

Beyond the humble reach of every day - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

Leaves the doors between them open wide - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

The silver dawn of night that melts the dark - Edith Wharton "Impromptu"

From the hoards of the golden past - Edith Wharton "June and December"

To our hearts and thoughts cling fast - Edith Wharton "June and December"

And June to brighten our life's December - Edith Wharton "June and December"

Who sits and waits to see me dead - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

That throws across the pathway of my doom a rose - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

O'ertoppling moment of supremest bliss - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

His name still blossoms with the daisies - Edith Wharton "Lines on Chaucer"

Overflowed with rippled floods of sound - Edith Wharton "Maiden, Arise"

Nought left be the lost wind that grieves - Edith Wharton "Mistral in the Maquis"

The long light that Beauty leaves up her fallen veils - Edith Wharton "Mistral in the Maquis"

To draw the mounting waters - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

That circles the brain with sense - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

The deeper touch of awe - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

On the mist our shadows saw - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

By spirals vision-trod - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Some still-retreating goal - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Drinks at the founts of morning - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Invisible pollen blown on the wild southern gale - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

From whatsoever depth of gold and blue - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

Straining to win that soft sequestered note - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

In some deep cleft of quietness remote - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

All the streamsides and unlistening vales - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

Now glory streams along the evening gales - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

With the capricious chime of interwoven notes - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

From those invisible and varying throats - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

And heave with their deep rustle of retreat - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

A glimpse of brightness, parting and pain - Edith Wharton "Nothing More"

That puts its magic blossom forth and dies - Edith Wharton "Nothing More"

And the past that comes no more - Edith Wharton "October"

Come not trumpet-tongued from Heaven - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Beckoning from the future's promised land - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Walk beside us with unsounding feet - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Dawning Spring time's fairest pledge - Edith Wharton "Prophecies of Summer"

Uplifted in a rapture of surprise - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

A pure reflection of the inward thought - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

A chastened glow from fires celestial caught - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

Swift in the pathway of the sun - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

Wane to an underworld of ghosts - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

Through fringes of the perished day - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

No ruin but a vision unachieved - Edith Wharton "Segesta"

This temple is a house not made with hands - Edith Wharton "Segesta"

You asked, I think, too great a sacrifice - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

Whichever way the difference lies between - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

And then stand looking back and sighing at our choice - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

And either way there lies a doubt - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

Where fainting incense clouds the heavy air - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: II. Vespers"

Clasped hands glimmer through the deepening gray - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: II. Vespers"

Left inwardly such grand and gracious gifts - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: III. Bettine to Goethe"

The first young twigs that burst in green - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

New promise every day of sweetness - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

Slow breaking into green completeness - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

And the rivers that glass your sky - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

Lift fretted fronts to the silver air - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

Streets where the weary may walk without fear - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

First of a long line of towering ships - Edith Wharton "With the Tide"


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