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I Will Not Let Thee Go

© Robert Seymour Bridges

I will not let thee go.
Ends all our month-long love in this?
Can it be summed up so,
Quit in a single kiss?
I will not let thee go.

Il Penseroso

© John Milton

Hence, vain deluding Joys,
............The brood of Folly without father bred!
How little you bested
............Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!

Incident

© Countee Cullen

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Invocation

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.

I Arise From Dreams Of Thee

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"

© Stephen Crane

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
At nightfall

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,

© Stephen Crane

Remember, thou, O ship of love,
Thou leavest a far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

If I should cast off this tattered coat

© Stephen Crane

If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?

I stood musing in a black world

© Stephen Crane

And at the blindness of my spirit
They screamed,
"Fool! fool! fool!"

I stood upon a highway

© Stephen Crane

But I said, "Hence!
Leave me with mine own,
And take you yours away;
I can't buy of your patterns of God,
The little gods you may rightly prefer."

"It was wrong to do this," said the angel

© Stephen Crane

"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
"You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin."

I met a seer

© Stephen Crane

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. --
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

If there is a witness to my little life,

© Stephen Crane

If there is a witness to my little life,
To my tiny throes and struggles,
He sees a fool;
And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.

I walked in a desert

© Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."

I stood upon a high place,

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"

I was in the darkness

I was in the darkness;
I could not see my words
Nor the wishes of my heart.
Then suddenly there was a great light --

In the night

In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -"

I looked here

I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And -- this time --

In a lonely place,

In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.

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