Pardon mine ears, both I and they do pray,
So may your tongue still fluently proceed,
To them that do such entertainment need,
So may you still have somewhat new to say.

The Sisters Of Charity

© Arthur Rimbaud

That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,
The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,
That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,
An unknown Persian Genie would have worshipped;

Hearing Your Words, And Not A Word Among Them

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hearing your words, and not a word among them

Tuned to my liking, on a salty day

Des Ersten Bergmanns Ewige Jugend

© Karl Joachim Friedrich Ludwig von Arnim

Ein Knabe lacht sich an im Bronnen,

Hält Festtagskuchen in der Hand,

The War Films

© Sir Henry Newbolt

O living pictures of the dead,
O songs without a sound,
O fellowship whose phantom tread
Hallows a phantom ground -
How in a gleam have these revealed
The faith we had not found.

A Girl Was Singing In A Church Choir

© Alexander Blok

A girl was singing in a church choir
Of the weary people on foreign soil,
Of all the ships that sailed aspired,
Of all, who have forgotten their joy.

I Love All Beauteous Things

© Robert Seymour Bridges

I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

On The Misgovernment Of The State

© Confucius

Deep in my heart my sorrows lie,
And none the cause may know.
How can they know, who never try
To learn whence comes our woe?

Temps Perdu

I never may turn the loop of a road
Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying,
But my heart drags down with an ancient load-
My heart, that a second before was flying.

Salmacis and Hermaphroditus.

MY wanton lines doe treate of amorous loue,

Such as would bow the hearts of gods aboue:

Sister Helen

Why did you melt your waxen man,

Sister Helen?

The Solitary

I.
Darst thou amid the varied multitude
To live alone, an isolated thing?
To see the busy beings round thee spring,

FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.