Poems begining by D
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De Coenatione Micae
© Robert Louis Stevenson
LOOK round: You see a little supper room;
But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!
And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath
Bid you be merry and remember death.
Daft
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the warm yellow smile of the morning,
She stands at the lattice pane,
And watches the strong young binders
Stride down to the fields of grain.
Denied
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The winds came out of the west one day,
And hurried the clouds before them;
And drove the shadows and mists away,
And over the mountains bore them.
Desolation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold deaths woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.
Delilah
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
cIn the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
Does It Pay?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If one poor burdened toiler oer lifes road,
Who meets us by the way,
Goes on less conscious of his galling load,
Then life, indeed, does pay.
Divine Visitation
© George William Russell
THE HEAVENS lay hold on us: the starry rays
Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes:
A new enchantment lights the ancient skies.
What is it looks between us gaze on gaze;
Duality
© George William Russell
WHO gave thee such a ruby flaming heart
And such a pure cold spirit? Side by side
I know these must eternally abide
In intimate war, and each to each impart
Dawn Song
© George William Russell
WHILE the earth is dark and grey
How I laugh within. I know
In my breast what ardours gay
From the morning overflow.
Dana
© George William Russell
I AM the tender voice calling Away,
Whispering between the beatings of the heart,
And inaccessible in dewy eyes
I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,
Dust
© George William Russell
I HEARD them in their sadness say,
The earth rebukes the thought of God;
We are but embers wrapped in clay
A little nobler than the sod.
Dream Love
© George William Russell
I DID not deem it half so sweet
To feel thy gentle hand,
As in a dream thy soul to greet
Across wide leagues of land.
Day
© George William Russell
IN day from some titanic past it seems
As if a thread divine of memory runs;
Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams,
Or yet were stars and suns.
Desire
© George William Russell
WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play!
Traditions of eternal toil arise,
Search for the high, austere and lonely way
The Spirit moves in through eternities.
Ah, in the soul what memories arise!
Destiny
© George William Russell
LIKE winds or waters were her ways:
The flowing tides, the airy streams,
Are troubled not by any dreams;
They know the circle of their days.
Dawn
© George William Russell
STILL as the holy of holies breathes the vast,
Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
Fire on the altar of the hills at last
Burns on the shadowy rim.
Dusk
© George William Russell
DUSK wraps the village in its dim caress;
Each chimneys vapour, like a thin grey rod,
Mounting aloft through miles of quietness,
Pillars the skies of God.
Dilton Marsh Halt
© John Betjeman
Was it worth keeping the Halt open,
We thought as we looked at the sky
Red through the spread of the cedar-tree,
With the evening train gone by?
Dawlish
© John Betjeman
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall,
Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl:
Low tide lifting, on a shingle shore,
Long-sunk islands from the sea once more:
Devonshire Street W.1
© John Betjeman
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen
Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet.
The sun still shines on this eighteenth-century scene
With Edwardian faience adornment -- Devonshire Street.
