All Poems
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The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
© William Butler Yeats
O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
In The Train
© Sara Teasdale
Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.
The Beach Comber
© Harry Kemp
I'd like to return to the world again,
To the dutiful, work-a-day world of men, -
Thomas Heywood: X
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TOM, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee lower:….
To Brenda Williams writing Against The Grain
© Barry Tebb
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his Defence of Ignorance how many poets
The Day-Dream
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
Of Bronzeand Blaze
© Emily Dickinson
My Splendors, are Menagerie
But their Completeless Show
Will entertain the Centuries
When I, am long ago,
An Island in dishonored Grass
Whom none but Beetlesknow.
