Author Archives: sandy

“Come to me!” “Come to me!” A siren’s song borne on the night wind heard in fragments caught in the crash and rush of the tide. A wild, heart-breaking haunting cry like the call of a dying gull; a sound … Continue reading →

My lady stood at the window, And a bird sang by the gate: ‘Get you into the meadows Before it be too late.’ My lady sat at her mirror, And a bird sang on the wall: ‘Oh get you into … Continue reading →

When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper’s lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves. The Poet’s Hour – George Croly