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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 Song Of Hiawatha XIV: Picture-Writing

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In those days said Hiawatha,

"Lo! how all things fade and perish!

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

Eclogue Of The Shepherd And The Townie

When We're All Alike

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've trudged life's highway up and down;

I've watched the lines of men march by;

Poem

© Aldous Huxley

Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine;
And magic words lay ripening in my soul
Till their much-whispered music turned a wine
Whose subtlest power was all in my control.

Evening Song

© Friedrich Rückert

I stood on the mountain summit,
At the hour when the sun did set;
I mark'd how it hung o'er the woodland
The evening's golden net.

The Meadow

© Archibald Lampman

Here when the cloudless April days begin,

And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,

Mirage

© Ada Cambridge

Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,
That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
Is it but one more dream, or are we waking
To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?

Alaskan Balladry

© Eugene Field

Krinken was a little child,-

It was summer when he smiled.

Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name)

© Charles Baudelaire

Je te donne ces vers afin que si mon nom
Aborde heureusement aux époques lointaines,
Et fait rêver un soir les cervelles humaines,
Vaisseau favorisé par un grand aquilon,

And many a one of the wights that roam,
Has stopped at my house and found a home:
And many a tale of these outland folk
Has furnished a tang to the evening smoke,
While the stars shone down on our dwelling-place,
And the moon peered in at a dusky face.

Yarrow Revisited

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,

Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

An Exile's Song

My soul is like a prisoned lark,
That sings and dreams of liberty,
The nights are long, the days are dark,
Away from home, away from thee!

The Awakening

© Enid Derham

The Soul, of late a lovely sleeping child,

Spreads sudden wings and stands in radiant guise,

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I

YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.