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The Little HandMaiden

© Archibald Lampman

The King's son walks in the garden fair-
Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!
He little knows for his toil and care,
That the bride is gone and the bower is bare.
Put on garments of white, my maidens!

Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot.
A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot.
The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin,
And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within.

Phantoms

© Madison Julius Cawein

This was her home; one mossy gable thrust
Above the cedars and the locust trees:
This was her home, whose beauty now is dust,
A lonely memory for melodies
The wild birds sing, the wild birds and the bees.

Mary Called Him 'Mister'

© Henry Lawson

They'd parted but a year beforeshe never thought hed come,
She stammerd, blushed, held out her hand, and called him Mister Gum.
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur John.
He called her Miss le Brook, and asked how she was getting on.

Prayer for the New Year

© Margaret Widdemer

Lord God, we lift to Thee

A world hurt sore.

Flight To Nature

© William Gilmore Simms

SICK of the crowd, the toil, the strife,
Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,
Seeking for renovated life,
By brawling brook and shady tree!

Hymn Of The Earth

© William Ellery Channing

My highway is unfeatured air,
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men my giant arms upbear,
My arms unstained and free from scars.

The Death Of President Lincoln

© Joseph Furphy

Now let the howling tempest roar
For Booth can feel its force no more;
Now let the captors bend their steel
Against the form that cannot feel
Their tyranny has spent its hour
And Booth is far beyond their power.

The Night-Walk

© George Meredith

Awakes for me and leaps from shroud
All radiantly the moon's own night
Of folded showers in streamer cloud;
Our shadows down the highway white
Or deep in woodland woven-boughed,
With yon and yon a stem alight.

In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow

© Muriel Stuart

To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
As with the gentle fading of the year
Fades rose, folds leaf, falls fruit, and to their end
Unquestioning draw near,
Their flowering over, and their fruiting done,
Fulfilled and finished and going down with the sun.

It Was Not Once

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today
To return, like a slave, by the morning.

Thoughts In Separation

© Alice Meynell

We never meet; yet we meet day by day
Upon those hills of life, dim and immense:
The good we love, and sleep--our innocence.
O hills of life, high hills! And higher than they,