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Madness

© George Borrow

What darkens, what darkens?t is heavens high roof:

What lightens?t is Hecklas flame, shooting aloof:

He came to Florence long ago,
And painted here these walls, that shone
For Raphael and for Angelo,
With secrets deeper than his own,
Then shrank into the dark again,
And died, we know not how or when.

My Army, O, My Army!

© Henry Lawson

My Queens dark eyes were flashing (oh, she was younger then!);
My Queens Red Cap was redder than the reddest blood of men!
My Queen marched like an Amazon, with anger manifest
Her dark hair darkly matted from a knifegash in her breast
(For blood will flow where milk will nother sisters knew the rest).

Mothers' Splendid Dreams

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mothers dream such splendid dreams when their little babies smile,
Dreams of wondrous deeds they'll do in the happy after- while;
Every mother of a boy knows that in her arms is curled
One who some day will arise splendidly to serve the world.

Mine

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!

Meditation For His Mistress

© Robert Herrick

You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.

Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus

© John Donne

Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,

Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I

Mary Magdalen

© William Cullen Bryant

The greatest of thy follies is forgiven,
Even for the least of all the tears that shine
On that pale cheek of thine.
Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven,
Evil and ignorant, and thou shalt rise
Holy, and pure, and wise.

Meditation Before Sacrament

© Thomas Parnell

Arise my soul & hast away

Thy god doth call & canst thou stay

Metho Drinker

© Judith Wright

Under the death of winter's leaves he lies
who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
to be his home and bread. "O take from me
the weight and waterfall ceaseless Time

My Garden

© Sappho

And from leaves that shimmer and quiver
Down on mine eyelids streams
A slumber-river.

Meus oito anos

© Casimiro de Abreu

Oh! que saudades que tenho

Da aurora da minha vida,

Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood

Nen her old Dran'ma
She think it _is_ little Red Riding Hood,
An' so she say: "Well, come in nen an' make
You'se'f at home," she says, "'cause I'm down sick
In bed, and got the 'ralgia, so's I can't
Dit up an' let ye in."