The Things We Dare Not Tell – by Henry Lawson (1867 – 1922)   The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun’s still shining there, But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear; Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we’re…

Devotion – by Robert Lee Frost The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean, Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

Anacreontic – by Robert Herrick (1868 – 1938) I must Not trust Here to any; Bereav’d, Deceiv’d By so many: As one Undone By my losses; Comply Will I With my crosses; Yet still I will Not be grieving, Since thence And hence Comes relieving. But this Sweet is In our mourning; Times bad And sad…