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I knew you as I knew these happy things,
Passing, unwept, on wide and tranquil wings
To their own place in nature; below, above
Transient passion with its stains and stings.
For this strange pity that you knew not of
Was neither lust nor love.

My Youth

© Gamaliel Bradford

Oh, my youth was hot and eager,
And my heart was burning, burning,
And the present joy seemed meagre,
Dwarfed by that perpetual yearning.

Ask What I Shall Give Thee (II)

© John Newton

If Solomon for wisdom prayed,
The Lord before had made him wise;
Else he another choice had made,
And asked for what the worldlings prize.

Saint Germain-En-Laye

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Through the green boughs I hardly saw thy face,
They twined so close: the sun was in mine eyes;
And now the sullen trees in sombre lace
Stand bare beneath the sinister, sad skies.

Sunsets

© Arthur Symons

And as I wake and wander always these are woven
With my most feverish dreams, the heat of midnight cloven
With feet of fire, hell's lightning and hell's thunder
That mix and mingle in a perilous confusion;
And over and above me, mists of disillusion,
That, as the heart of darkness opens, are rent asunder.

Botany-Bay Flowers

© Barron Field

GOD of this Planet! for the name best fits

The purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"

Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer

© William Wordsworth

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,
Forced to descend into his destined tomb--
A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,

Come, Come, Whoever You Are

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow

Restless Longing

© Hans Vilhelm Kaalund

By each aim to which I strive,

Longing on life's way;

Hymn Of The Children

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Thine are all the gifts, O God!
Thine the broken bread;
Let the naked feet be shod,
And the starving fed.

The Tides

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I saw the long line of the vacant shore,

The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,

Madonna With Two Angels

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Under the sky without a stain

The long, ripe, rippling of the grain;

Close To Greatness

at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeth's.

Work Shy by Alex Phillips: American Life in Poetry #79 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

The news coverage of Hurricane Katrina gave America a vivid look at our poor and powerless neighbors. Here Alex Phillips of Massachusetts condenses his observations of our country's underclass into a wise, tough little poem.

To hang our headostensibly

To hang our headostensibly
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind

National Song (From The Danish Of Evald)

King Christian stood beside the mast;

Smoke, mixt with flame,

© Charles Cros

Bois frissonnants, ciel étoilé,
Mon bien-aimé sen est allé,
Emportant mon cur désolé!

Sonnet XXI. To Cyriac Skinner

© John Milton

Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws
Which others at their bar so often wrench;