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Blueflags

© William Carlos Williams

I stopped the car

to let the children down

The Music Of The Chase

© William Henry Ogilvie

I don't know any tune from any other,

I couldn't sing a song if I were paid,

Vashti

© James Weldon Johnson

Once when my eyes met yours it seemed that in
your cheek, despite your pride,
A flush arose and swiftly died; or was it something that I dreamed?

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain-
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?

Rothesay Bay

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O I had ance a true-love,--
Now, I hae nane ava;
And I had ance three brithers,
But I hae tint them a';
My father and my mither
Sleep i' the mools this day.

Song: Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain

© Aphra Behn

CEASE, cease, Aminta, to complain,

Thy languishments give oer,

Melinda Mae

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,
Who ate a monstrous whale?
She thought she could,
She said she would,
So she started in right at the tail.

The Right To Joy

© Edgar Albert Guest

I DO not ask for roses all the time,

For blue skies bending o'er me every day,

To A Daisy

© Alice Meynell

Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide,
Like all created things, secrets from me,
And stand a barrier to eternity.
And I, how can I praise thee well and wide?

Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk

White as swansdown and smooth as silk,

A Portrait

© Alfred Austin

When friends grown faithless, or the fickle throng,

Withdrawing from my life the love they lent,

The Ivy on the Wall

© Henry Kendall

THE VERDANT ivy clings around

Yon moss be-mantled wall,

The Nevers of Poetry

© Charles Harpur

Never heed whether a line strictly goes
By learned rule, if, brook-like, it warble as it flows,
Or if, in concord with the thought, it fills
Fast forward, like a torrent fast flooding from the hills.

Nocturn

At the barren heart of midnight,
When the shadow shuts and opens
As the loud flames pulse and flutter,
I can hear a cistern leaking.

The Lotos

DROOPING in the sunlit streams,
We are wrapped all day in dreams;
Morn and noon and evening light
Robed for us in garbs of night.

"O, water, voice of my heart..."

O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,
O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
All night long the water is crying to me.

A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second

I

As one who, from the sunshine and the green,

Labyrinth As The Erasure Of Cries Heard Once Within It Or: (Mr. Bones I Succeeded Later)

© Larry Levis

Is dog eat dog out dere'Big Business, Mr. Bones.
You know what I'm doing now? I'm watching the Complete
Poems of Hart Crane as they are slowly fed
Into a pulping machine in East Bayonne.