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Loss And Gain

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

L'Envoi

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ye voices, that arose
After the Evening's close,
And whispered to my restless heart repose!

Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed

© Dylan Thomas

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.

Lament

© Dylan Thomas

When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,

Love In The Asylum

© Dylan Thomas

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

Long Distance II

© Tony Harrison

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

Long Distance I

© Tony Harrison

Them sweets you brought me, you can have 'em back.
Ah'm diabetic now. Got all the facts.
(The diabetes comes hard on the track
of two coronaries and cataracts.)

Luck is not chance --

© Emily Dickinson

Luck is not chance --
It's Toil --
Fortune's expensive smile
Is earned --

Low at my problem bending,

© Emily Dickinson

Low at my problem bending,
Another problem comes --
Larger than mine -- Serener --
Involving statelier sums.

Love reckons by itself -- alone --

© Emily Dickinson

Love reckons by itself -- alone --
"As large as I" -- relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze --
Itself is all the like it has --

Love is done when Love's begun,

© Emily Dickinson

Love is done when Love's begun,
Sages say,
But have Sages known?
Truth adjourn your Boon
Without Day.

Love can do all but raise the Dead

© Emily Dickinson

Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent

Love -- thou art high

© Emily Dickinson

Love -- thou art high --
I cannot climb thee --
But, were it Two --
Who know but we --
Taking turns -- at the Chimborazo --
Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --

Love -- is that later Thing than Death --

Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
More previous -- than Life --
Confirms it at its entrance -- And
Usurps it -- of itself --

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
He doubtless did his best --
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature's West --

Longing is like the Seed

Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

Lives he in any other world

Lives he in any other world
My faith cannot reply
Before it was imperative
'Twas all distinct to me --

Like Time's insidious wrinkle

Like Time's insidious wrinkle
On a beloved Face
We clutch the Grace the tighter
Though we resent the crease

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done --
Seems Summer's Recollection
And the Affairs of June