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Near The Forum Of Trajan

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

In Rome, as I look from my lattice

And lean to the night,

Maidenhood

© Edith Nesbit

THROUGH her fair world of blossoms fresh and bright,

Veiled with her maiden innocence, she goes;

The Great Chicago Fire

© Julia A Moore

The great Chicago Fire, friends,

Will never be forgot;

The Rites Of Darkness

© Kenneth Patchen

The sleds of the children
Move down the right slope.
To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,
A thousand lights smudge
Within the branches of the old forest,
Like colored moons in a well of milk.

The Factories

© Margaret Widdemer

I have shut my little sister in from life and light

(For a rose, for a ribbon, for a wreath across my hair),

A Tragic Tale Of Tea

© Carolyn Wells

The Beetle was blind, and the Bat was blinder,

And they went to take tea with the Scissors-grinder.

A Friend's Illness

© William Butler Yeats

SICKNESS brought me this

Thought, in that scale of his:

The Bride

© Ambrose Bierce

YOU know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
I made a second marriage in my house,
Divorced old barren Reason from my bed
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.

God Speaks To Each Of Us

© Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:

Being Dad On Christmas Eve

© Edgar Albert Guest

They've hung their stockings up with care,

And I am in my old arm chair,

How'd You Like It?

© Ellis Parker Butler

Well, then! How'd you like to bear the name of Butler
As an honor badge eight centuries at least,
And then have the Prohibitionists inform you
That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast?

MY lover kissed my lips, and his arms went round my body,
But you were kissing the lips of my soul in our own wild garden
Where the rose-colored moon shone down
Through a sevenfold garland of rainbow stars
And a river of clear golden music rippled and thrilled
In our own place.

With All Thy Gifts

© Walt Whitman

WITH all thy gifts, America,

(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,)

Amelia Jane

In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,
Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and sip the sherbet cool,
They have white Circassian girls for slaves, as well as the Negro black;
And it seems to me in our free land that slavery's coming back:
It's fenced about with custom and law, and they give it a prettier name.
But, spite of the paltry wage that's paid, it's slavery all the same.