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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.
The Weakling
© Arthur Henry Adams
I AM a weakling. God, who made
The still, strong man, made also me.
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.
On a Street
© Henry Kendall
I dread that street - its haggard face
I have not seen for eight long years;
Sojourning and Wandering
© Padraic Colum
AUTUMN
A GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there's
work to be joined in by all:
Though the fawns, where the brackens make covert, may range away undeterred,
The stags that were lone upon hillocks now give heed to the call,
To the bellowing call of the hinds, and they draw back to the herd.
Amy Wentworth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Her fingers shame the ivory keys
They dance so light along;
The bloom upon her parted lips
Is sweeter than the song.
Seaward: To
© Celia Thaxter
HOW long it seems since that mild April night,
When, leaning from the window, you and I
Heard, clearly ringing from the shadowy bight,
The loons unearthly cry!
Event
© Sylvia Plath
How the elements solidify! --
The moonlight, that chalk cliff
In whose rift we lie
The Harpers Story
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My pretty ladies, mid this Christmas cheer,
Loth though I am to wake a single tear
Hate You, Christ, I Do Not
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Hate you, Christ, I do not, or seek. I believe
In you as in the others gods, your elders.
I count you as neither more nor less
Than they are, merely newer.
The Music-Grinders
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
There are three ways in which men take
Oneâs money from his purse,
And very hard it is to tell
Which of the three is worse;
But all of them are bad enough
To make a body curse.
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World]
© Henry Lawson
They sunk a post into the ground
Where their leaders bade them stop;
A Figurative Description Of The Procedure Of Divine Love
© William Cowper
'Twas my purpose, on a day,
To embark, and sail away.
As I climbed the vessel's side,
Love was sporting in the tide;
"Come," he said, "ascendmake haste,
Launch into the boundless waste."
The Birds
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
TRIBES of the air! whose favored race
May wander through the realms of space,
Free guests of earth and sky;
In form, in plumage, and in song,
What gifts of nature mark your throng
With bright variety!
England And Her Colonies
© William Watson
SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree,
By countless morns impearled;
To James Y. Simpson
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Oh teeming heart, that, for this once, in vain
Big with our good, didst undeliver'd die,
The Shepherd Piping To The Fishes
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Shepherd seeking with his Lass
To shun the Heat of Day;
Was seated on the shadow'd Grass,
Near which a flowing Stream did pass,
And Fish within it play.
Pont Du Carrousel
© Rainer Maria Rilke
That blind man by the bridge, who is as gray
As a forgotten country's boundary stone,
Might be the thing most constant and alone
Around which stars are turning far away:
A centerpoint in isolate repose,
While all about him postures, strays, and flows.
