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The Piper
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I'VE heard the pipes of Pan
Somewhere, just beyond,--
Over the edge of dawn, I think,
Where the clouds hang soft on the world's dim brink,
Where the red suns rise and the blue stars sink,
I heard the pipes of Pan!
The Dreams That Came True
© Jean Ingelow
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere
The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,
Rolling and rolling on and resting never,
While like a phantom fell, behind her pacing
The unfurled flag of night, her shadow drear
Fled as she fled and hung to her forever.
The Explorer
© John Le Gay Brereton
So we soared and the earth fell away, and the region of night
Was melted in limitless day of ineffable light
Till the myriad souls of the dead were united as we,
Themselves, and yet merged in the spread of an infinite sea
The joy that is life, and around us, below and above,
The One that all lovers have found, our eternity, Love.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER LIFE
I am tired of folly, tired of my own ways,
Love is a strife. I do not want to strive.
If I had foes I now would make my peace.
The Massacre at Scio
© William Cullen Bryant
Weep not for Scio's children slain;
Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed,
Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain
For vengeance on the murderer's head.
The Searched Soul
© Dorothy Parker
When I consider, pro and con,
What things my love is built upon -
The Dagger
© Mirabai
The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
The Grave-Tree
© Bliss William Carman
LET me have a scarlet maple
For the grave-tree at my head,
With the quiet sun behind it,
In the years when I am dead.
The Lover's Fate
© James Thomson
Hard is the fate of him who loves,
Yet dares not tell his trembling pain,
But to the sympathetic groves,
But to the lonely listening plain.
To His Grace The Duke Of Chandos.
© Mary Barber
Were Kings elective, Realms would sue,
Contending to be sway'd by you.
Yet, tho' no regal Throne is thine,
Thou hast no Reason to repine;
Since Heav'n, that gave the Monarch's Heart,
Bestow'd thee far the nobler Part.
The Tree
© Sara Teasdale
OH to be free of myself,
With nothing left to remember,
To have my heart as bare
As a tree in December;
The Blue And Gray
© Eugene Field
The Blue and the Gray collided one day
In the future great town of Missouri,
And if all that we hear is the truth, 'twould appear
That they tackled each other with fury.
To A Bee
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that I
Could borrow your lithe body and swift wing
To speed, a lightning atom through the sky,
The blithest courier on the winds of spring!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A YEAR AGO
A year ago I too was proud of May,
I too delighted in the blackbird's song.
When the sun shone my soul made holiday.
The Maiden's Prayer
© Edith Nesbit
SPRING, pretty Spring, what treasure do you bring to me?
Green grass and buttercups, cherry-bloom and may?
Sunshine to be glad with me, and little birds to sing to me?
Warm nests to call me along the woodland way?
The Sunset Thoughts Of A Dying Child
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Friends! do you see in yon sunset sky,
That cloud of crimson bright?
Soon will its gorgeous colors die
In coming dim twilight;
Een now it fadeth ray by ray
Like it I too shall pass away!
