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In Sanctuary

© Edith Nesbit

THE young Spring air was strong like wine,
The sky reflected in your eyes
Was of a blue as deep-divine
As ever glowed in southern skies.

I Said, "Love Is Gone"

© Margaret Widdemer

I SAID, "Love is gone;

I need bear no more

In Spite Of War

© Angela Morgan

And in my ear a whispering breath,
"Wake from the nightmare! Look and see
That life is naught but ecstasy
In spite of war, in spite of death!"

I Built Myself a House of Glass

© Edward Thomas

I built myself a house of glass:
It took my years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.

In Snow-Time

© Anonymous

How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
By summer breezes, and each leafy tree
Shelters the nest of many a singing bird?

"In Human Closeness There..."

© Anna Akhmatova

In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.

Ichabod

© Robert Fuller Murray

Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
Which mourns for the declining year
In all her tributary rills.

If It Should Come To Be

© William Ernest Henley

If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:

I Shall Not Forget

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;
And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
To garland the grave that is made in my heart.

In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er the far green hill?

Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge

© William Wordsworth

. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,

With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned-

In The Firelight

© Robert Laurence Binyon

So sad and so lonely, Dear?
What dream by the fire do you dream
So deep, that you could not hear
My step as I entered? Dim

In Any Garden

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Down his long garden he did slowly go,

For fairer sight did each new path disclose;

Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley

© Alfred Austin

Little maiden just beginning

To be comely, arch, and winning,

I Cast My Net Into The Sea

In the morning I cast my net into the sea.

I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.

In an Almshouse

They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.

Impromptu

© John Clare

"Where art thou wandering, little child?"

I said to one I met to-day.--

It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King

© Robert Burns

It was a' for our rightfu' king
That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' king
We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,
We e'er saw Irish land.