"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept?
Or can I have been drinking?"
But soon a gentler feeling crept
Upon me, and I sat and wept
An hour or so, like winking.

Postlude

© William Carlos Williams

Now that I have cooled to you

Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,

Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries

© Vachel Lindsay

The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.

Poor Creatures

© Pablo Neruda

What it takes on this planet,

to make love to each other in peace.

Prologue to "Rhymes to be Traded for Bread"

© Vachel Lindsay

Those were his days of glory,
Of faith in his fellow-men.
Therefore to-day the singer
Turns beggar once again.

Perdita

© James Hebblethwaite

The sea coast of Bohemia

Is pleasant to the view

Pretty Cow

© Jane Taylor

Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread
Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Perhaps

THERE was a man, once, and a woman

Whose love was so entire

Puck's Song

See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.

By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass
That only a Colonel from Chatham can manage the Railways of State,
Because of the gold on his breeks, and the subjects wherein he must pass;
Because in all matters that deal not with Railways his knowledge is great.

Prophets at Home

There's nothing Nineveh Town can give
(Nor being swallowed by whales between),
Makes up for the place where a man's folk live,
Which don't care nothing what he has been.
He might ha' been that, or he might ha' been this,
But they love and they hate him for what he is.