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A Phenomenal Fauna

© Carolyn Wells

THE REG'LAR LARK

Freedom's Plow

© Langston Hughes

First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.

Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being Upon the Sea

© Henry Howard

O happy dames, that may embrace

The fruit of your delight,

Seele im Raum

© Randall Jarrell

It is over.
It is over so long that I begin to think
That it did not exist, that I have never—
And my son says, one morning, from the paper:
“An eland. Look, an eland!”
—It was so.

Joining The Colours

© Katharine Tynan

THERE they go marching all in step so gay!
Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns.
Blithely they go as to a wedding day,
The mothers' sons.

Between the Wars

© Robert Hass

When I ran, it rained. Late in the afternoon—

midsummer, upstate New York, mornings I wrote,

Neighbours

© Rudyard Kipling

The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,

And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,

A New York Child’s Garden of Verses

© Edwin Morgan

In winter I get up at night,
And dress by an electric light.
In summer, autumn, ay, and spring,
I have to do the self-same thing.

from The Task, Book V: The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

(excerpt)

’Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb

America

© Phillis Wheatley

New England first a wilderness was found

Till for a continent 'twas destin'd round

The Bounty

© Derek Walcott

Between the vision of the Tourist Board and the true
Paradise lies the desert where Isaiah’s elations
force a rose from the sand. The thirty-third canto