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Hidden Harmony

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

THE thoughts in me are very calm and high

That think upon your love: yet by your leave

The Vote Of Thanks

© Edgar Albert Guest

FOR every man who works there are

A dozen who will let him;

So from the mosque, whose arabesques above--
The marvellous work of Oriental love--
Seen with new splendors of Heaven's blue and gold,
Applauding all, he, as the gates are rolled
Ogival back to let the many forth,
Cries war to all the unbelieving North.

Hymn On Solitude

© James Thomson

Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good,
But from whose holy piercing eye
The herd of fools and villains fly.

The Moon

© George MacDonald

She comes! again she comes, the bright-eyed moon!

Under a ragged cloud I found her out,

Catullus At His Brothers Grave

© Robert Fuller Murray

Through many lands and over many seas
I come, my Brother, to thine obsequies,
To pay thee the last honours that remain,
And call upon thy voiceless dust, in vain.

The Farmer Remembers the Somme

© Vance Palmer

Will they never fade or pass!
The mud, and the misty figures endlessly coming
In file through the foul morass,
And the grey flood-water ripping the reeds and grass,
And the steel wings drumming.

Absence

© William Lisle Bowles

There is strange music in the stirring wind,

When lowers the autumnal eve, and all alone

Hills

© Arun Kolatkar

hills
demons
sand blasted shoulders
bladed with shale

"The sun goes down, on other lands to shine."

© Robert Laurence Binyon

The sun goes down, on other lands to shine.
I long to keep him, but he will not stay.
Only in fancy can I wing my way
To overtake him, to recatch each ray,
Warmer and warmer, till at last is mine,
In fancy, that loved gaze, that light divine.

The Quarrel by Linda Pastan: American Life in Poetry #149 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Elsewhere in this newspaper you may find some advice for maintaining and repairing troubled relationships. Here, in a poem by Linda Pastan of Maryland, is one of those relationships in need of some help. The Quarrel

If there were a monument
to silence, it would not be
the tree whose leaves
murmur continuously
among themselves;

Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomsons "Castle Of Indolence"

© William Wordsworth

WITHIN our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:

Conversation Among The Ruins

© Sylvia Plath

Fractured pillars frame prospects of rock;
While you stand heroic in coat and tie, I sit
Composed in Grecian tunic and psyche-knot,
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
Which such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,

Like the gods. . .

© Sappho

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you-any man whatever-
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the

To Helene

I sent a ringa little band

Of emerald and ruby stone,

The Poetry Of Shakespeare

Picture some Isle smiling green 'mid the white-foaming ocean; -
Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays;
Passions and pageants; sweet love singing bird-like above it;
Life in all shapes, aims, and fates, is there warm'd by one great
human heart.