Music poems
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A Recantation
© Rudyard Kipling
What boots it on the Gods to call?
Since, answered or unheard,
We perish with the Gods and all
Things made--except the Word.
Aubade
© Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
Love Song
© Rainer Maria Rilke
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
The Plea of the Simla Dancers
© Rudyard Kipling
Too late, alas! the song
To remedy the wrong; --
The rooms are taken from us, swept and
garnished for their fate.
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book
© Robert Southey
The plumeless bat with short shrill note flits by,
And the night-raven's scream came fitfully,
Borne on the hollow blast. Eager the Maid
Look'd to the shore, and now upon the bank
Leaps, joyful to escape, yet trembling still
In recollection.
Roses and Rue
© Oscar Wilde
Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too long
The Hymn Of Man
© Khalil Gibran
I was,
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
Beyond Kerguelen
© Henry Kendall
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it
Far from the zone of the blossom and tree
Metamorphoses: Book The Fourth
© Ovid
The End of the Fourth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Adddress To Fancy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OH, queen of dreams! 'tis now the hour,
Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep;
Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,
Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep!
On An Air Of Rameau
© Arthur Symons
A melancholy desire of ancient things
Floats like a faded perfume out of the wires;
Pallid lovers, what unforgotten desires,
Whispered once, are retold in your whisperings?
The Minaret Bells
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink,
By the light of the star,
On the blue river's brink,
I heard a guitar.
The Robin
© Jones Very
Thou need'st not flutter from thy half-built nest,
Whene'er thou hear'st man's hurrying feet go by,
To The One Of Fictive Music
© Wallace Stevens
Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood of the living dead
Sleep Flies Me
© Robert Fuller Murray
Sleep flies me like a lover
Too eagerly pursued,
Or like a bird to cover
Within some distant wood,
Where thickest boughs roof over
Her secret solitude.
The Muse of Australia
© Henry Kendall
Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts,
And the torrent leaps down to the surges,
I have followed her, clambering over the cliffs,
By the chasms and moon-haunted verges.
The Girl Of Otaheite
© Victor Marie Hugo
Forget? Can I forget the scented breath
Of breezes, sighing of thee, in mine ear;
