Dreams poems
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Frida And Her Poet
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
He bids a last farewell
To this world's life, again prepared to dwell
On heights celestial, in whose golden airs
The heart, at least, shall shed earth's wintry cares,
And blooming, breathe the vernal heats of Heaven.
The One Forgotten
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
A spirit speeding down on All Souls' Eve
From the wide gates of that mysterious shore
Grace At Evening
© Edgar Albert Guest
For all the beauties of the day,
The innocence of childhoods play,
For health and strength and laughter sweet,
Dear Lord, our thanks we now repeat.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10:
© Conrad Aiken
'Number fourthe girl who died on the table
The girl with golden hair'
The purpling body lies on the polished marble.
We open the throat, and lay the thyroid bare . . .
Recollections
© Giacomo Leopardi
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think
I should again be turning, as I used,
The Town Of Nothing-To-Do
© Edgar Albert Guest
THEY say somewhere in the distance fair,
Is the town of Nothing-to-Do,
Aunt Sally Speaks
© Kenneth Allott
Who have been educated out of naive responses,
The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class
Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,
the same moody defences
The Trains
© Judith Wright
Racing on iron errands, the trains go by,
and over the white acres of our orchards
hurl their wild summoning cry, their animal cry….
the trains go north with guns.
Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion
© Wallace Stevens
You dweller in the dark cabin,
To whom the watermelon is always purple,
Whose garden is wind and moon,
First Love Remembered
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe'er
It be, a holy place:
Fortunio. A Parable For The Times
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,
King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,
Cold bright fiords, and mountains capped with clouds.
Who there so loved and honored as the knight,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE RELIGION OF LOVE
So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart
What care I for the rest, for good or ill?
What for the peace of soul good deeds impart,
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
Beyond The Veil
© Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
Catterskill Falls
© William Cullen Bryant
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,
From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;
All summer he moistens his verdant steeps
With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,
When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.
Twilight
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
THERE is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest,
And the eye see's life's fairy scenes depart,
As fades the day-beam in the rosy west.
Thunder At Night
© Robert Graves
Restless and hot two children lay
Plagued with uneasy dreams,
Each wandered lonely through false day
A twilight torn with screams.
Three Teachers
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I can see
When I teach
Half my children talk
Each to each.
