There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

The Meadow

© Archibald Lampman

Here when the cloudless April days begin,

And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,

Mirage

© Ada Cambridge

Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,
That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
Is it but one more dream, or are we waking
To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?

The Farm House By The River

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know a little country place

Where still my heart doth linger,

The Parting And The Coming Guest

© Henry Van Dyke

Who watched the worn-out Winter die?

Who, peering through the window-pane

Canadians

© William Henry Ogilvie

With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,

With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,

Today

© Edgar Albert Guest

TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come.

Next week, next year, I may not live to see;

Unveiled

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Oh! sometimes by the fire
Of holy passion, in me, all subdued,
And melted to a mortal woman's mood,
Tender and warm,--
She, from her goddess height,
In gracious answer to my soul's desire,

On Revisiting The Place Of My Nativity

Though Winter's frowns had damp'd the beaming eye,
Through Twelve successive Summers heav'd the sigh,
The unaccomplish'd wish was still the same;
Till May in new and sudden glories came!
My heart was rous'd; and Fancy on the wing,
Thus heard the language of enchanting Spring:--

A Story Of Doom: Book II.

© Jean Ingelow

Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star

Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed

I had a hippopotamus

I had a hippopotamus; I kept him in a shed
And fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread.
I made him my companion on many cheery walks,
And had his portrait done by a celebrity in chalks.