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A Thunderstorm

© Archibald Lampman

A moment the wild swallows like a flight

Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,

In The Willow Shade

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I sat beneath a willow tree,
Where water falls and calls;
While fancies upon fancies solaced me,
Some true, and some were false.

Nor less the satiate year impends
When, wearying of routine-resorts,
The pleasure-hunter shall break loose,
Ned, for our Pantheistic ports:--
Marquesas and glenned isles that be
Authentic Edens in a Pagan sea.

May

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I cannot tell you what it was,
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
Like all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and gray.

Dusk In War Time

© Sara Teasdale

A half-hour more and you will lean
To gather me close in the old sweet way-
But oh, to the woman over the sea
Who will come at the close of day?

Who shall deliver me?

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

God strengthen me to bear myself;
That heaviest weight of all to bear,
Inalienable weight of care.

For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools

© Henry Lawson

THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall,
And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul,
The done long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,
The crowbar, pick-axe and the throwthe axe that morticed well.
The old patched tent and fly, bag bunk and pillow of sugee,
The frying-pan and billy-can, for all the land to see.

Holy Innocents

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.

East And West

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;
Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;
The White Man ever fails to read the Dark Man's heart aright;
Though from the self-same Source they came, upon the self-same quest;
So deep and wide, the Great Divide,
Between the East and West.

In Progress

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.

The Bachelor

© John Crowe Ransom

THE wind went cold as the day went old,
And I went very sad,
Till I saw something by the road
That brought me round and glad.

A Pause

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,

Beneath Thy Cross

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Suave Mari Magno

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Nenhum, nenhum curioso
Passava, sem se deter,
Silencioso,

Twice

I took my heart in my hand
(O my love, O my love),
I said: Let me fall or stand,
Let me live or die,

The Perfect High

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone,
Facing another thousand years of talking to God alone.
"It seems, Lord", says Fats, "its always the same, old men or brighteyed youth,
Its always easier to sell them some shit than it is to give them the truth."

Cobwebs

It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:

St. Jeanne Rides Out (for Amy Lowell)

St. Jeanne she sat with Michaël,

With Marguerite and Raphaël,

Silent Noon

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: -
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.