Explore "Songs" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The grim immensities are mine, / The sunlight on the brook is theirs; / I drink the lees of bitter wine, / Fate grants a gift to all their prayers.
I stammer, all afire to tell / The thoughts that urge for life like pain; / For them words brim the shallow well / Like easy drops of summer rain.