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When the Star Goes Forth in Heaven

© James Joyce

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
And he is come to visit you.

Where Sings The Whippoorwill

© Alma Frances McCollum

GOLDEN-GRAY the twilight lingers

In the glory of the west,

Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;
Sing the song of a sinner and the song of a writer, too
Down in a pub in the alleys, in a dark and dirty hole,
With every soul a drunkard and the boss with never a soul.

Weaving at Night

© Ho Xuan Huong

Lampwick turned up, the room glows white.

The looms moves easily all night long

When The Poet Came

© Eugene Field

The ferny places gleam at morn,
The dew drips off the leaves of corn;
Along the brook a mist of white
Fades as a kiss on lips of light;
For, lo! the poet with his pipe
Finds all these melodies are ripe!

Won't you come and see

© Matsuo Basho

Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.

We'll Go Down Ourselves

© Henry Clay Work

"What shall we do? What shall we do?
Why, lay them on the shelves,
And we'll go down ourselves,
And teach the rebels something new,
And teach the rebels something new."

Walking West

© William Stafford

Anyone with quiet pace who
walks a gray road in the West
may hear a badger underground where
in deep flint another time is

Woman's Love

© Alaric Alexander Watts

'Tis morn: o'er Kyburg's castled crag day's first faint streak appears,

Like the ray of Truth through Error's mists, or the smile through Woman's tears;