All Poems
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Midsummer Night
© Archibald Lampman
And all go slowly lingering toward the west,
As we go down forgetfully to our rest,
Weary of daytime, tired of noise and light:
Ah, it was time that thou should'st come; for we
Were sore athirst, and had great need of thee,
Thou sweet physician, balmy-blossomed night.
After Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE passionate sobs of the dear friends that came
To look their last upon my living frame,
And catch the fainting accents of my breath,
That fluttered in the atmosphere of death,
Rocking the Baby
© Anonymous
I hear her rocking the baby--
Her room is next to mine--
And I fancy I feel the dimpled arms
That round her neck entwine,
As she rocks and rocks the baby,
In the room just next to mine.
To The Stork. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Welcome, O Stork! that dost wing
Thy flight from the far-away!
Thou hast brought us the signs of Spring,
Thou hast made our sad hearts gay.
Psalm Of The West
© Sidney Lanier
Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?
Epitaph II
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showed him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.
A Prayer
© Archibald Lampman
Oh mother, who wast long before our day,
And after us full many an age shalt be.
Careworn and blind, we wander from thy way:
Born of thy strength, yet weak and halt are we
Grant us, oh mother, therefore, us who pray,
Some little of thy light and majesty.
An Old Love
© Carolyn Wells
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me
A brand-new Paris doll;
And though I love you, yet you see
I cannot keep you all.
Heriot's Ford
© Rudyard Kipling
"What's that that hirples at my side?"
The foe that you must fight, my lord.
"That rides as fast as I can ride?"
The shadow of your might, my lord.
On Friendship
© Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign
Extend her notes to a Celestial strain
Men At My Fathers Funeral
© William Matthews
The ones his age who shook my hand
on their way out sent fear along
my arm like heroin. These werent
men mute about their feelings,
or whats a body language for?
The Giant Puff-Ball
© Edmund Blunden
From what sad star I know not, but I found
Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
No bigger than the dewdrops and as round,
In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
The Brothers: By A Scotch Bard And English Reviewer
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I AM two brothers with one face,
So which is the real man who can trace?
Candor
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
October--A Wood
"I know what you are going to say," she said,
And she stood up, looking uncommonly tall:
"You are going to the speak of the hectic fall,
Chill Penury And Winter's Power
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Chill penury and winter's power
Upon my soul so hard have prest,
That I would fain have seen no more
The red flow'rs that the meadows drest:
Here and There
© Francis William Bourdillon
Soft benediction of September sun;
Voices of children, laughing as they run;
Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies;
And over all the blue embracing skies.
Natures Way
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave
And found sure death in coral groves below,
