Time poems
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Westward
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
Description of a Tropical Island
© Charles Harpur
Behold an Indian isle, reposed
Upon the deeps enamoured breast,
Artemis To Actaeon
© Edith Wharton
And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.
A Psalm Of Patience
© Joseph Furphy
O kid! with face of healthy tan,
With lunch-bag, books and slate;
After The Curfew
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Play is over. While the light
Yet lingers in the darkening hall,
I come to say a last Good-night
Before the final _Exeunt all_.
Understand That This Is A Dream
© Allen Ginsberg
first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang
was blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away
all afternoon I told him about my magic Spell
I can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chicken
In Peace
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,
Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore
Death and Resurrection of Constantinos Palaeologos
© Odysseas Elytis
Far from the world where his spirit sought
to bring Paradise to his measure
And harder even than stone
for no one had ever looked
on him tenderly - at times his crooked teeth
whitened strangely
The Farmer's Boy - Spring
© Robert Bloomfield
Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul!
Away the shocking image from my soul!
Let kindlier visitants attend my way,
Beneath approaching _Summer's_ fervid ray;
Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,
Whilst the sweet theme is _universal joy_.
Sea-Shore Memories
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great Sun!
While we bask-we two together.
A Vision Of Repentance
© Charles Lamb
I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady path-ways to a valley led;
A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
And all around the fountain brink were spread
Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad,
Forming a doubtful twilight-desolate and sad.
My Winter Rose
© Alfred Austin
Why did you come when the trees were bare?
Why did you come with the wintry air?
When the faint note dies in the robin's throat,
And the gables drip and the white flakes float?
Saturday Night
© Mary Colborne-Veel
Saturday night in the crowded town;
Pleasure and pain going up and down,
To Octavia, the Infant Daughter of the Late John Larking, esq.
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Full many a gloomy month hath passed,
On flagging wing, regardless by,
The Plain
© Jean Hans Arp
The plain was flawlessly paved.
Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I
were there.
Broken Wings
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the full years bless
With life and health and chance still multiplied
To hold your forward course fame and success
Close at your side;
