Thus Jesus discoursed, and was silent, sitting upright, and soon
Past the casement behind him slanted the sinking moon;
And, rising for Olivet, all stared, between love and dread,
Seeing the torrid moon a ruddy halo behind his head.

Darkness

© George Gordon Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

Careless Mathilda

© Ann Taylor

"AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone!
Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?
Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost;
Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd.

Behram And Eddetma

© Madison Julius Cawein

Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;
But on the seventh, casting stupor off,
Rose, and the straitness of the case that held
Him as with manacles of knitted fire,
Considered, and decided on a way....

A Spring Song

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Not yet a bough to bud may dare
On the naked tree.
Yet happy leaves in the bough prepare,
And could I see

Falling

© James Dickey

Of a virgin sheds the long windsocks of her stockings absurd
Brassiere then feels the girdle required by regulations squirming
Off her: no longer monobuttocked she feels the girdle flutter shake
In her hand and float upward her clothes rising off her ascending
Into cloud and fights away from her head the last sharp dangerous shoe
Like a dumb bird and now will drop in soon now will drop

An Afternoon

© Margaret Widdemer

And my eyes burned bright, elate,
Into theirs of drearier fate,
Seeing your eyes' lovingness
Into mine smile deep and bless
(Far away, love, did you see
On your eyes mine lovingly?)

The Night-Scene : A Dramatic Fragment.

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sandoval. You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?
Earl Henry. Loved?
Sandoval. Did you not say you wooed her?
Earl Henry. Once I loved

A Christmas Child

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

SHE came to me at Christmas time and made me mother, and it seemed

There was a Christ indeed and He had given me the joy I'd dreamed.

Philiper Flash

Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,

His intentions were good--but oh, how sad

The Vaudois Teacher

"O Lady fair, these silks of mine

are beautiful and rare,-

Farm Breakfast

© John Clare

Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife,

And the cat runs to hear the whetted knife,

Moorish Bridal Song

The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing
Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh
Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing,
With music through their shadowy bowers went by;
Music and voices, from the marble halls,
Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain-falls.