All Poems
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The Mystic Veil
© Henry Clay Work
Come one step nearer! (One step nearer!)
one shade clearer? (one shade clearer!)
Breath on word before we part; (before we part
And tell me-truly it is you, love,
Come to cheer my lonely heart?
Merope
© Henry Kendall
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastesin the face of the splendid
Six of the sistersthe star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,
The Fight With Self
© Edgar Albert Guest
WALL have fights to make with self,
And these are the bitterest fights of all,
A Castaway
© Augusta Davies Webster
So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.
Faith
© George MacDonald
"Earth, if aught should check thy race,
Rushing through unfended space,
Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall
Into yonder glowing ball!"
A Song
© Ralph Hodgson
With Love among the haycocks
We played at hide and seek;
He shut his eyes and counted -
We hid among the hay -
Prayer At Night
© Katharine Tynan
Lord, for the one who dies alone
This night without companion,
I cannot rest, I cannot sleep.
O shepherd of the piteous sheep
Run with Thy crook, and lift in haste
The poor head to Thy loving breast.
The Little Negro
© Ann Taylor
Ah! the poor little blackamoor, see there he goes,
And the blood gushes out from his half frozen toes,
And his legs are so thin you may see the very bones,
As he goes shiver, shiver, on the sharp cutting stones.
Garrison
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,
Go, soul of freedom! take at last
The place which thou alone canst fill.
The Troubadour
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Then did each lady bid him sing
Of nought save love's sweet happening.
But loud each knight did smiling chide,
Let him but tell of war, they cried.
The Song Of Hiawatha XIV: Picture-Writing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
On The Truth Of The Saviour
© George Moses Horton
E'en John the Baptist did not know
Who Christ the Lord could be,
And bade his own disciples go
The strange event to see.
Sleep And Death.
© Robert Crawford
Sleep puts sin by, as the grave life's despair;
And though bad dreams in sleep may come, the soul
Is tainted not with error, being then
Beyond the body's shade, as in a sphere
"'I have come to take your place, sister"
© Anna Akhmatova
--'You've come to put me in the grave.
Where is your shovel and your spade?
You're carrying just a flute.
I'm not going to blame you,
Sadly a long time ago
My voice fell mute.
The Welcome
© Thomas Osborne Davis
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you re lookd for, or come without warning:
