Time poems
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A Womans Sonnets: II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The Passing Of The Beautiful
© Madison Julius Cawein
On southern winds shot through with amber light,
Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white,
Sappho I
© Sara Teasdale
MIDNIGHT, and in the darkness not a sound,
So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night;
Only the white immortal stars shall know,
Here in the house with the low-lintelled door,
Andy Veto
© Henry Clay Work
Come! Come! Joshua, come!
Don't you think it's time the journey closes?
For you know we'll never stand in the promised land
While Andy Veto's our Moses.
Questions
© Edgar Albert Guest
Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?
Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?
Autumn
© William Watson
Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung,
Thou retrospect in Time's reverted eyes,
Harmonie du soir (Evening Harmony)
© Charles Baudelaire
Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Dungog
© Henry Kendall
HERE, pent about by office walls
And barren eyes all day,
Tis sweet to think of waterfalls
Two hundred miles away!
The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers
Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;
The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,
And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.
The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool
Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.
Νοσταλγία (Nostalgia)
© Kostas Karyotakis
Youre not in love, you say, and you dont remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldnt shed like you did at first,
youre not in love and you dont remember, even though you cry.
Trees are For Lovers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trees are for lovers.
A spirit has led them
Where the young boughs meet
And the green light hovers,
Hymn VII. Messiah! at thy glad approach
© John Logan
Messiah! at thy glad approach
The howling winds are still!
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.
The Golden Whales Of California
© Vachel Lindsay
But what is the earthquake s cry at last
Making St. Francis yet aghast:
" Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty
From here on, the audience California joins in the
The Comedian As The Letter C: 04 - The Idea Of A Colony
© Wallace Stevens
Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
An Indian-Summer Reverie
© James Russell Lowell
What visionary tints the year puts on,
When failing leaves falter through motionless air
Autumn Song
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Let's go down the road together, you and I,
Let's go down the road together,
To Time
© George Gordon Byron
Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
But drag or drive us on to die--
Indra
© August Strindberg
DOWN to the sand-covered earth.
Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet;
Written Christmas Day 1797
© Charles Lamb
I am a widow'd thing, now thou art gone!
Now thou art gone, my own familiar friend,
The Doom Of Ys
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DO you hear the bell? 'Tis a silver chime
But it ringeth not in the bourne of time.
