Gently and soft the east wind blows,
And then there falls the pelting rain.
When anxious fears pressed round you close,
Then linked together were we twain.
Now happy, and your mind at rest,
You turn and cast me from your breast.

The Choice

© George Wither

Me so oft my fancy drew

Here and there, that I ne'er knew

The Shadow-Child

© Harriet Monroe

Why do the wheels go whirring round,

Mother, mother?

The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all; and Revenge it was sweet!

On Delia (Bid Adieu, My Sad Heart)

© William Cowper

Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace!
Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase;
See the shadows of evening how far they extend,
And a long night is coming, that never may end;
For the sun is now set that enlivened the scene,
And an age must be past ere it rises again.

Can vei la lauzeta

© Bernard de Ventadorn

Can vei la lauzeta mover

de joi sas alas contra.l rai,

In Eclipse

© Edith Nesbit

PALE veil of mist bound round the trees

Pale fringe of rain upon the hills,

The Orchard

Midst bitten mead and acre shorn,

The world without is waste and worn,

Pharsalia - Book VIII: Death Of Pompeius

Hard the task imposed;
Yet doffed his robe, and swift obeyed, the king
Wrapped in a servant's mantle. If a Prince
For safety play the boor, then happier, sure,
The peasant's lot than lordship of the world.

The Red Country

In the red country

The sky flowers

The Fountain

We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affectionate and true,
A pair of friends, though I was young,
And Matthew seventy-two.

The Frightened Ploughman

© John Clare

I went in the fields with the leisure I got,
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower,
And the book in my pocket was read in an hour.