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Invitation to Love

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Sonnet CXXXIX: O, call not me to justify the wrong

© William Shakespeare

O, call not me to justify the wrong

That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;

Charms for Love

© Pierre Reverdy

Sweet boy
don't send so much longing—
send a little less
and come with it yourself

Moral Lessons From Natural Facts

© Confucius

All true words fly, as from yon reedy marsh
The crane rings o'er the wild its screaming harsh.
Vainly you try reason in chains to keep;--
Freely it moves as fish sweeps through the deep.

Over the Roofs

© Sara Teasdale

Oh chimes set high on the sunny tower
Ring on, ring on unendingly,
Make all the hours a single hour,
For when the dusk begins to flower,
The man I love will come to me! ...

Alls Well

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake

Our thirsty souls with rain;

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thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the One in the play of the many.
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There's A Moon Inside My Body

© Kabir

THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

The Three Graves. A Fragment Of A Sexton's Tale

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The grapes upon the Vicar's wall
Were ripe as ripe could be;
And yellow leaves in sun and wind
Were falling from the tree.

The Garden

© Jones Very

I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt;

And yet it wore to me no face of change,

The Were-Wolf

© Madison Julius Cawein

Nay! yon wild stream that leaps
Hoarse from the black pines of the Hakel steeps,
A moon-tipped water, down a glittering crag.--
Why so aghast, sweetheart? Why dost thou stop?

Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd.

© Pierre de Ronsard

And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken,
And did the mourners cry?

Ulla, Or The Adjuration

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

'Twas Ulla's voice–alone she stood
In the Iceland summer night,
Far gazing o'er a glassy flood,
From a dark rock's beetling height.

The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone

There is but one place in the world:
Thither where he lies buried!
Anon

English Eclogues I - The Old Mansion-House

STRANGER.
Old friend! why you seem bent on parish duty,
Breaking the highway stones,--and 'tis a task
Somewhat too hard methinks for age like yours.

The Milkmaids Epithalamium

Joy to the bridegroom and the bride
That lie by one anothers side!
O fie upon the virgin beds,
No loss is gain but maidenheads.
Love quickly send the time may be
When I shall deal my rosemary!

Red Stains

© Allen Tate

In a pyloned desert where the scorpion reigns

My love and I plucked poppies breathing tales

© Ishmael Reed

Your landscape sickens with a dry disease
Even in May, Virginia, and your sweet pines
Like Frenchmen runted in a hundred wars
Are of a child’s height in these battlefields.