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A Fairy Hunt
© Francis Ledwidge
Who would hear the fairy horn
Calling all the hounds of Finn
Must be in a lark's nest born
When the moon is very thin.
"A Perfect Woman Nobly Planned"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Ah, Myrtilla, woe and dear me!
Lackadaydee and alas!
What is this, I greatly fear me,
That has come to pass?
Are Ye Truly Free?
© James Russell Lowell
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free;
A Brisbane Reverie.
© James Brunton Stephens
AS I sit beside my little study window, looking down
From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town
A Short Hymn Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles
© Sir Henry Wotton
You that on Stars do look,
Arrest not there your sight,
Though Natures fairest Book,
And signed with propitious light;
Our Blessing now is more Divine,
Then Planets that at Noon did shine.
Animal Crackers
© Christopher Morley
The kitchen's the cosiest place that I know;
The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow,
And there in the twilight, how jolly to see
The cocoa and animals waiting for me.
An Ode
© Madison Julius Cawein
_In Commemoration of the Founding of the
Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._
A Woman
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O you that facing the mirror darkly bright
In the shadowed corner, loiter shyly fond,
To ask of your own sad eyes a comfort slight,
Before you brave the pathless world beyond;
As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Your body was a temple to Delight;
Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,
Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;
Here might I hope to find you day or night,
And here I come to look for you, my love,
Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.
Alberto by Warren Woessner: American Life in Poetry #118 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Our species has developed monstrous weapons that can kill not only all of us but everything else on the planet, yet when the wind rises we run for cover, as we have done for as long as we've been on this earth. Here's hoping we never have the skill or arrogance to conquer the weather. And weather stories? We tell them in the same way our ancestors related encounters with fearsome dragons. This poem by Minnesota poet Warren Woessner honors the tradition by sharing an experience with a hurricane.
At Queensferry
© William Ernest Henley
The blackbird sang, the skies were clear and clean
We bowled along a road that curved a spine
A Song For Old Age
© Madison Julius Cawein
Now nights grow cold and colder,
And North the wild vane swings,
And round each tree and boulder
The driving snow-storm sings--
Come, make my old heart older,
O memory of lost things!
A Little The Best Of It
© Edgar Albert Guest
A LITTLE the best of it,
Allus he prayed for,
All th' time lookin'
Per more than he paid for,
Had an idee, that's
What bargains are made for.
A Wind Rose In The Night
© Aline Murray Kilmer
A wind rose in the night,
(She had always feared it so!)
Sorrow plucked at my heart
And I could not help but go.
After The Flood
© Arthur Rimbaud
As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,
A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells,
and said a prayer to the rainbow,
through the spider's web.
After Rain
© Archibald Lampman
For three whole days across the sky,
In sullen packs that loomed and broke,
