American poet (1866-1892)
I bought the sweetness with this pain.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"The Choice"
All's well with thee if thou art in just hands.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"The Eternal Justice"
But in our anguish-darkened land, let us draw close, and clasp the hand; our whispered password holds assuagement -- the solemn "Yea, I understand!"
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"Fraternity"
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- this paper, all along whose lines your hand has lain?
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"His Reply"
Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"In November"
I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!--my eyes are blurred, I cannot write.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"Intention"
I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"An Evening With Callender"
I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"Death at Daybreak"
There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours' oblivion.
ANNE REEVE ALDRICH
"An Evening With Callender"