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May Song

© Edith Nesbit

BIRDS in the green of my garden

Blackbirds and throstle and wren,

Then came my lady to that lonely place,
And, from her palfrey stooping, did embrace
And hang upon my neck, and kissed me over;
Wherefore the day is far less dear than night,
And sweeter is the shadow than the light,
Since night has made me such a happy lover.

To a Friend upon Overbury's wife given to her

© Henry King

I know no fitter subject for your view
Then this, a meditation ripe for you,
As you for it. Which when you read you'l see
What kind of wife your self will one day bee:

The Rovers

© Henry Lawson

Some born of homely parents

For ages settled down

September

© Archibald Lampman

Now hath the summer reached her golden close,

And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,

Fatherhood

© William Barnes

Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,

Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,

My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night!

© Stephen C. Foster

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,

'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,

The Soldier's Return to His Home

© Robert Bloomfield

My untried muse shall no high tone assume,

Nor strut in arms - farewell, my cap and plume!

Niagara

© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano

My lyre! give me my lyre! My bosom feels
The glow of inspiration. Oh how long
Have I been left in darkness since this light
Last visited my brow, Niagara!
Thou with thy rushing waters dost restore
The heavenly gift that sorrow took away.

The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

The Little Country Bus

© Edgar Albert Guest

Theres no lock upon your door,

And the polish that you wore

The Rose

© Madison Julius Cawein

So by those words of yours I'm led
To send it you this day you wed.
Look well upon it. You, as I,
Should ask it now, without a sigh,
If love can lie as it lies dead.--
You have forgot.

To Guido Cavalcanti

Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and I

could board a vessel, by transporter beam,

To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin

I.
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm -- thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread

The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)

© John Clare

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell

Recollections

DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces
That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?