All Poems
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Wild Geese Across the Moon
© Muriel Stuart
REEDS, snake-like, coiled in the mist
Where the low fog drives:
The Frogs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No longer dared to croak or spring;
But promised, being half asleep,
If suffer'd to the air to creep,
Blow, Bugle, Blow
© Alfred Tennyson
THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Found.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE through the forestAlone I went;
To seek for nothingMy thoughts were bent.I saw i' the shadowA flower stand there
As stars it glisten'd,As eyes 'twas fair.I sought to pluck it,--It gently said:
"Shall I be gather'dOnly to fade?"With all its rootsI dug it with care,
The Rat-catcher.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I AM the bard known far and wide,
The travell'd rat-catcher beside;
A man most needful to this town,
So glorious through its old renown.
Corn-Planting
© Peter McArthur
THE earth is awake and the birds have come,
There is life in the beat of the breeze,
The Beautiful Night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Now I leave this cottage lowly,Where my love hath made her home,
And with silent footstep slowlyThrough the darksome forest roam,
Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,
And the waving birch-tree blushes,Scattering round her incense sweet.Grateful are the cooling breezesOf this beauteous summer night,
The Day of Hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
Swiss Song,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Up in th' mountain
I was a-sitting,
With the bird there
As my guest,
Faces
© Lola Ridge
A late snow beats
With cold white fists upon the tenements -
Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,
Like tall old slatterns
Pulling aprons about their heads.
Restless Love.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!
The Bat
© James Whitcomb Riley
Thou dread, uncanny thing,
With fuzzy breast and leathern wing,
In mad, zigzagging flight,
Notching the dusk, and buffeting
The black cheeks of the night,
With grim delight!
The Wedding Night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITHIN the chamber, far awayFrom the glad feast, sits Love in dread
Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,The silence of the bridal bed.
His torch's pale flame serves to gildThe scene with mystic sacred glow;
The room with incense-clouds is fil'd,That ye may perfect rapture know.How beats thy heart, when thou dost hearThe chime that warns thy guests to fly!
The Goldsmith's Apprentice.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My neighbour, none can e'er deny,Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,When working at my trade.To ring and chain I hammer thenThe wire of gold assay'd,
And think the while: "For Kate, oh whenWill such a ring be made?"And when she takes her shutters down,Her shop at once invade,
To buy and haggle, all the town,For all that's there displayd.I file, and maybe overfileThe wire of gold assay'd;
Smell!
© William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
The Violet.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In truth, a violet fair.
Then came a youthful shepherdess,
And roam'd with sprightly joyousness,
And blithely woo'd
Lover In All Shapes.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish.
