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You Will Not Come Again

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

The green has come to the leafless tree,

The earth brings forth its grain;

Youth And Age

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

To give the blossom and the fruit
The soft warm air that wraps them round,
Oh! think how long the toilsome root
Must live and labour 'neath the ground.

Young Benjie

© Andrew Lang

Of all the maids of fair Scotland,
The fairest was Marjorie;
And young Benjie was her ae true love,
And a dear true love was he.

Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House"

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]

Yonder He Goes!

© William Henry Ogilvie

Always our fathers were hunters, lords of the pitiless spear,

Chasing in English woodlands the wild white ox and the deer,

You're

© Sylvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,

Your Awful Voice

© Thomas Shadwell

Your awful voice I hear and I obey,
Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea.
Come down, my blusterers, swell no more,
Your stormy rage give o'er.

Yin And Yang

© Kenneth Rexroth

It is spring once more in the Coast Range

Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.

You Have Let The Beauty Of The Day Go Over

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

You have let the beauty of the day go over,
You have let the glory of the noon go by.
Clouds from the West have gathered close and cover
All but a remnant now of our proud sky.

Youth

© Edgar Albert Guest

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;

I'd answer every challenge to my will.

Young Sycamore

© William Carlos Williams

I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk
between the wet

You left meSiretwo Legacies

© Emily Dickinson

You left meSiretwo Legacies
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of

"You would have understood me, had you waited"

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

You would have understood me, had you waited;
I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
Always to disagree.