Anna Cottage

“Twilight”

The soft voluptuous opiate shades,

The sun just gone, the eager  light dispell’d

(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d),-

A haze – nirwana – rest and night – oblivion

 

 

“Life and Death”

The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,

Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.

By each successive age insoluble, pass’s on,

To ours to-day – and we pass on the same.

 

 

“To You”

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me,

why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?