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Marmion: Introduction to Canto V.

© Sir Walter Scott

When dark December glooms the day,

And takes our autumn joys away;

The Tree of Laughing Bells

© Vachel Lindsay

Like a diver after pearls
I plunged to that stifling floor.
It was wide as a giant's wheat-field
An icy, wind-washed shore.
O laughing, proud, but trembling star!
O wind that wounded sore!

Alone in the Wind, on the Prairie

© Vachel Lindsay

I know a seraph who has golden eyes,
And hair of gold, and body like the snow.
Here in the wind I dream her unbound hair
Is blowing round me, that desire's sweet glow

Dedication : To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice

© Alfred Noyes

STEADFAST as any soldier of the line
He served his England, with the imminent death
Poised at his heart. Nor could the world divine
The constant peril of each burdened breath.

The Flower of Mending

© Vachel Lindsay

When Dragon-fly would fix his wings,
When Snail would patch his house,
When moths have marred the overcoat
Of tender Mister Mouse,

The Comet

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

The Comet! He is on his way,

And singing as he flies;

The Scissors-Grinder

© Vachel Lindsay

And thus the scissors-grinder spoke,
His face at last in view.
And there beside the railroad bridge
I saw the wandering Jew.

Little Marie

© Edgar Albert Guest

I REMEMBER the day that you came to me,

Little Marie,

The Gamblers

© Vachel Lindsay

Life's a jail where men have common lot.
Gaunt the one who has, and who has not.
All our treasures neither less nor more,
Bread alone comes thro' the guarded door.

Towers Of Italy

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Never were towers so fair, so bold,
Passionately springing, arrogant towers!
Nor air so blue over roofs so old,
Nor on ancient walls so rare a gold,
When I found my love among the flowers.

Epitaphs For Two Players

© Vachel Lindsay

Yorick is dead. Boy Hamlet walks forlorn
Beneath the battlements of Elsinore.
Where are those oddities and capers now
That used to "set the table on a roar"?

Nothing Is Indispensable

© Piet Hein

The universe may
be as great as they say.
But it wouldn't be missed
if it didn't exist.

What the Moon Saw

© Vachel Lindsay

Two statesmen met by moonlight.
Their ease was partly feigned.
They glanced about the prairie.
Their faces were constrained.

Oh eyes of the gazelle in the desert of Sham
Look down. This is the age of lavender
They have detained you in the pavilions for a long time
We have woven tents from tears
God has witnessed that we have broken no promise
Or secured protection for those we love

On Reading Omar Khayyam

[During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois.]
In the midst of the battle I turned,
(For the thunders could flourish without me)
And hid by a rose-hung wall,

The Light o' the Moon

The moon's a peck of corn. It lies
Heaped up for me to eat.
I wish that I might climb the path
And taste that supper sweet.

The Wedding Sermon

"Now, while she's changing," said the Dean,

"Her bridal for her traveling dress,

Lincoln

Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
That which is gendered in the wilderness
From lonely prairies and God's tenderness.
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream,

Milton--December 9, 1608: December 9, 1908

Homage to him
His debtor band, innumerable as waves
Running all golden from an eastern sun,
Joyfully render, in deep reverence
Subscribe, and as they speak their Milton's name,
Rays of his glory on their foreheads bear.