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The Garden By Moonlight

© Amy Lowell

A black cat among roses,

Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,

"O little plum tree in the garden, you're"

© Lesbia Harford

O little plum tree in the garden, you're
Aflower again,
With memories of a million springs and my
Brief years of pain.

Spring, the sweet spring

© Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the years pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Wasted Days

© Oscar Wilde

A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.

With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,

Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out

© James Clerk Maxwell

In the sad November time,

When the leaf has left the lime,

A Ghost Of Yesterday

© Madison Julius Cawein

THERE is a house beside a way,
Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:
The old face of a beauty, faded,
Looks from its garden: and the shaded

Ode I, 5: To Pyrrha

© Horace

What slender youth, bedew’d with liquid odors,

Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,

The Two Goblets

© George Essex Evans

One wine is colourless, the dreamer said.
Who suffer keenest nobler joys attain.
And to the dregs drained from the goblet red
The draught of pain.

Land

© Agha Shahid Ali

For Christopher Merrill
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
There is no sugar in the promised land.

Beyond The Potomac

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THEY slept on the field which their valor had won,
But arose with the first early blush of the sun,
For they knew that a great deed remained to be done,
When they passed o'er the river.

I Have a Seat in the Abandoned Theater

© Mahmoud Darwish

I have a seat in the abandoned theater

in Beirut. I might forget, and I might recall

To Resignation

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

MAID of the placid smile and heav'nly mien,
With beaming eye, tho' tearful yet serene;
Teach me, like thee, in sorrow's ling'ring hour,
To bless devotion's all-consoling pow'r;

Another Insane Devotion

© Gerald Stern

This was gruesome—fighting over a ham sandwich

with one of the tiny cats of Rome, he leaped

At the New Year

In the shape of this night, in the still fall

of snow, Father

A Christmas Carol. From The Noei Bourguignon De Gui Barozai

I hear along our street

Pass the minstrel throngs;

The House of Life: 41. Through Death to Love

Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soar
One Power, than flow of stream or flight of dove
Sweeter to glide around, to brood above.
Tell me, my heart,—what angel-greeted door
Or threshold of wing-winnow'd threshing-floor
Hath guest fire-fledg'd as thine, whose lord is Love?

Paradise Lost : Book X.

© John Milton

Mean while the heinous and despiteful act

Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how

At the Justice Department November 15, 1969

Brown gas-fog, white

beneath the street lamps.

On The Porch

As I lie roofed in, screened in,
From the pattering rain,
The summer rain
As I lie
Snug and dry,
And hear the birds complain:

Cleve Woods

Even here, methinks, when moon-lapped shallows smiled
Round isles no bigger than a baby cot,
Titania found a glowworm-lighted child,
Led far astray, and, with anointing hand
Sprinkling clear dew from a forget-me-not,
Hailed him the Laureate of her Fairyland.