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When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
So many joys I writ down for my part,
Besides what I might have
Out of my stock of natural delights,
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

Affliction (IV)

© George Herbert

Broken in pieces all asunder,
Lord, hunt me not,
A thing forgot,
Once a poor creature, now a wonder,
A wonder tortur'd in the space
Betwixt this world and that of grace.

Artillery

© George Herbert

As I one ev'ning sat before my cell,
Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap.
I rose, and shook my clothes, as knowing well,
That from small fires comes oft no small mishap.

Antiphon (I)

© George Herbert

Verse: The heav'ns are not too high,
His praise may thither fly:
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.

Aaron

© George Herbert

Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.

A Dialogue-Anthem

© George Herbert

Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better than before;
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.

A Wreath

© George Herbert

A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes,
My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live,

A Last Confession

© William Butler Yeats

What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad
That I loved bodily.

A Spirit Shows me the Year 2332

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

There is a great darkness coming.
The betrayers of lineage.
Their savior

An Epithet for the Dead Poet

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

I dance to his testimonial
in the heat of the night.
I dance to his living death.

At the Zoo

© Alan Alexander Milne

There are lions and roaring tigers,
and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,
and a great big bear with wings.

A Wicker Basket

© Robert Creeley

Comes the time when it's later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter--

A Song

© Robert Creeley

And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross
perpetuity
(which is not reluctant, or if it is,
it is no longer important.

A Token

© Robert Creeley

My lady
fair with
soft
arms, what

A Form Of Women

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door

Age

Most explicit--
the sense of trapas a narrowing
cone one's gotstuck into and
any movementforward simply

America

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.Let the sun shine again
on the four corners of the worldyou thought of first but do not
own, or keep like a convenience.People are your own word, you

An Imitation of Spenser

Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!