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Too Late

© Alfred Austin

Had you but shown me living what you show,

Now I am gone, to keep my grave-plot green,

As We Prayed

© Edgar Albert Guest

Often as we watched her there
From our lips there fell this prayer,
"God, give us the pain to bear!
Let us suffer in her place,
Take the anguish from her face,
Soothe her with Thy holy grace."

"In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!
Behind us the sienna mountains stand out,
Jagged cathedrals of raving mad cliffs
Are suspended in the air,
Where there is wool and silence.

The Lesson

© James Russell Lowell

I sat and watched the walls of night
With cracks of sudden lightning glow,
And listened while with clumsy might
The thunder wallowed to and fro.

"I used to be afraid to meet"

© Lesbia Harford

I used to be afraid to meet
The lovers going down our street.
I'd try to shrink to half my size
And blink and turn away my eyes

Strada's Nightingale

© William Cowper

The shepherd touch'd his reed; sweet Philomel
Essay'd, and oft essay'd to catch the strain,
And treasuring, as on her ear they fell,
The numbers, echod note for note again.

The Wild Rose

© George Meredith

High climbs June's wild rose,

Her bush all blooms in a swarm;

Two Campers In Cloud Country

© Sylvia Plath

In this country there is neither measure nor balance
To redress the dominance of rocks and woods,
The passage, say, of these man-shaming clouds.

The Fairy Rade

© Madison Julius Cawein

Ai me! why stood I on the bent
When Summer wept o'er dying June!
I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint
Aneath the moon.

On A Certain Religious Argument

© Edgar Albert Guest

Argue it pro and con as you will,
And flout each other with words,
But the rose will bloom and the summer still
Will bring us the song of birds.

Little Mouse

© William Henry Drummond

An' it 's new cariole too, is come from St.
Felix
Jo-seph 's only buyin' it week before,
An' w'en he is passin' de road wit' hees trotter
Ev'ry body was stan' on de outside door.

Conscious Madness (extract from Saul)

© Charles Heavysege

What ails me? what impels me on, until

The big drops fall from off my brow? Whence comes

The Humming Bird

© Edwin Markham

A sudden whirr of eager sound

And now a something throbs around

The Princess Elizabeth, when a prisoner at Woodstock, 1554

Will you hear how once repining
Great Eliza captive lay,
Each ambitious thought resigning,
Foe to riches, pomp, and sway?

The Night Quatrains

THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep

With the fair princess of the deep,

After The Rain

Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,

With all the star-white Hours in her train,

Opening Hymn.

WHILE nations joining gifts

Their fanes of Art adorn,

My name came from. . . by Emmett Tenorio Melendez: American Life in Poetry #180 Ted Kooser, U.S. Po

What's in a name? All of us have thought at one time or another about our names, perhaps asking why they were given to us, or finding meanings within them. Here Emmett Tenorio Melendez, an eleven-year-old poet from San Antonio, Texas, proudly presents us with his name and its meaning.

My name came from. . .