Time poems
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The Wind Returns; My Little Courtyard is Green and Overgrown
© Li Yu
The wind returns; my little courtyard is green and overgrown,
The willows seem to have grown again this spring.
After A Journey
© Thomas Hardy
I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
When Father Played Baseball
© Edgar Albert Guest
The smell of arnica is strong,
And mother's time is spent
The Pillar Box
© Katherine Mansfield
The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
But just one open nigger mouth
That grins when I go by.
Lines -- for Berkshire Jubilee, Aug. 23, 1844
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.
In the Wings
© Bliss William Carman
THE play is Life; and this round earth
The narrow stage whereon
We act before an audience
Of actors dead and gone.
The face I carry with melast
© Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with melast
When I go out of Time
To take my Rankbyin the West
That facewill just be thine
Tale II
© George Crabbe
frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with
The Dream days
© Edgar Albert Guest
I LIKE the dream days best of all,
The hollyhocks against the wall;
Three Day's Ride
© Stephen Vincent Benet
"FROM Belton Castle to Solway side,
Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride."
Blossom.
© Arthur Henry Adams
A LONE rose in a garden burned a quivering flame,
But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;
And now an envious wind with itching fingers leant
And touched its lingering beauty, and the petals went
England
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
While men pay reverence to mighty things,
They must revere thee, thou blue-cinctured isle
To The Fourth Of July
© Swami Vivekananda
Behold, the dark clouds melt away,
That gathered thick at night, and hung
So like a gloomy pall above the earth!
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue
© John Kenyon
Ye, thus who write in spite of critic law,
How had their satire kept your freaks in awe!
And, to sole sway controlling her pretence,
Bound Fancy down to compromise with Sense!
Enamored Architect Of Airy Rhyme
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Enamored architect of airy rhyme,
Build as thou wilt, heed not what each man says:
