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"Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes"

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes,
Your grave brow over-weighted with deep thought,
Your mouth's straight line details of such a sort
That all aloofness in your aspect lies.

Small Poem About The Hounds And The Hares

© Lisel Mueller

After the kill, there is the feast.
And toward the end, when the dancing subsides
and the young have sneaked off somewhere,
the hounds, drunk on the blood of the hares,

Scenic Route

© Lisel Mueller

Someone was always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses wait like old wives
along this road; they are everywhere,
abandoned, leaning, turning gray.

Sly Dick

© Thomas Chatterton

Sharp was the frost, the wind was high

And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky

St. Laurence

© Joyce Kilmer

Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil hands are wet and red.

Songs of the Spring Days

© George MacDonald

A gentle wind, of western birth
On some far summer sea,
Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,
Wakes hopes in wintry me.

St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars

© Joyce Kilmer

We who beg for bread as we daily tread
Country lane and city street,
Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway
To the saint with the vagrant feet.

Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy

© Joyce Kilmer

Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):"O king of realms of endless joy,
My own, my golden grocer's boy,
I am a princess forced to dwell

Sonnet LV: Let Others Sing

© Samuel Daniel

Let others sing of Knights and Paladins

In aged accents and untimely words,

Spring

© William Barnes

Now the zunny aïr's a-blowèn

Softly over flowers a-growèn;

Summer Storm

© Sara Teasdale

THE panther wind
Leaps out of the night,
The snake of lightning
Is twisting and white,

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?
As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through,
Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?

Simplify Me When I'm Dead

As the processes of earth
strip off the colour of the skin:
take the brown hair and blue eye

Sonnet 126: "O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power..."

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;

Songs Set To Music: 20. Set By Mr. De Fesch

Since by ill fate I'm forced away,
And snatch'd so soon from those dear arms,
Against my will I must obey,
And leave those sweet endearing charms.

© Henry Timrod

If I have graced no single song of mine

With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee;

Sweet Torture - With original language version

My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied