All Poems
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Willie's and Nellie's Wish
© Julia A Moore
Willie and Nellie, one evening sat
By their own little cottage door;
From Shadow
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,
Enigma
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
The Chinese Nightingale
© Vachel Lindsay
"I remember, I remember
That Spring came on forever,
That Spring came on forever,"
Said the Chinese nightingale.
Avis
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Night fell with the ferny dusk,
Planets paled and grew,
Up, with lily and clarid turns
Throbbing through,
Rose the robin's song,
Heart of home and love that burns beating in the dew.
At the Cedars
© Duncan Campbell Scott
You had two girls -- Baptiste --
One is Virginie --
Hold hard -- Baptiste!
Listen to me.
Davids Child
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN face of a great sorrow like to death
How do we wrestle night and day with tears;
How do we fast and pray; how small appears
The outside world, while, hanging on some breath
Angelus
© Duncan Campbell Scott
A deep bell that links the downs
To the drowsy air;
Every loop of sound that swoons,
Finds a circle fair,
Envio
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Te lo dedico
porque eres para mí dos veces rico;
por tus ilustres órdenes sagradas
y porque de tu verso en la riqueza
la sal de la tristeza
y la azúcar del bien están loadas.
Afterwards
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Her life was touched with early frost,
About the April of her day,
Her hold on earth was lightly lost,
And like a leaf she went away.
Farewell
© Katharine Tynan
Not soon shall I forget--a sheet
Of golden water, cold and sweet,
The young moon with her head in veils
Of silver, and the nightingales.
Spring Bereaved 3
© William Henry Drummond
ALEXIS, here she stay'd; among these pines,
Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;
The Boy That Was
© Edgar Albert Guest
When the hair about the temples starts to show
the signs of gray,
As One Listens To The Rain
© Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
Young Munro the Sailor
© William Topaz McGonagall
'Twas on a sunny morning in the month of May,
I met a pretty damsel on the banks o' the Tay;
I said, My charming fair one, come tell to me I pray,
Why do you walk alone on the banks o' the Tay.
Wreck of the Schooner Samuel Crawford
© William Topaz McGonagall
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November,
Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" will long remember,
She was bound to Baltimore with a cargo of pine lumber;
But, alas! the crew suffered greatly from cold and hunger.
An Autumn Homily
© Alfred Austin
Here let us sit beneath this oak, and hear
The acorns fitfully fall one by one,
