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She Of The Dancing Feet Sings

© Countee Cullen

And what would I do in heaven pray,
Me with my dancing feet?
And limbs like apple boughs that sway
When the gusty rain winds beat.

Two Easter Stanzas

© Vachel Lindsay

Though better men may fear that trumpets warning,
I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,
With golden hope my spirit still adorning.

To The P.R.B.

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais,

And my first brother, each and every one,

The Gardener XI: Come As You Are

© Rabindranath Tagore

Come as you are; do not loiter over

your toilet.

So they begin. With two years gone...

© Boris Pasternak

So they begin. With two years gone
From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle.
They chirp and whistle. Then comes on
The third year, and they start to prattle.

Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn

[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste the IXth Musys of polytyke Poems & Poettys matryculat.]

Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn.

Holy Communion

© John Keble

O God of Mercy, God of Might,
How should pale sinners bear the sight,
If, as Thy power in surely here,
Thine open glory should appear?

A Friend

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

All, that he came to give,
He gave, and went again:
I have seen one man live,
I have seen one man reign,
With all the graces in his train.

Gospel

© Patrick Kavanagh

We are the children of light,
Wise, not companioned
By goats
In a condemned graveyard.

Rondeau

© Georg Trakl

Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evenings brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherds tender flute
And the evenings brown and blue
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.

Bud's Fairy-Tale

© James Whitcomb Riley

Nen _I_ say "Howdy-do!"
An' he say "_I'm_ all hunkey, Nibsey; how
Is _your_ folks comin' on?"

After A Proposal

© Edgar Albert Guest

IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,

Those evenings I called at your flat

Vignettes Overseas

© Sara Teasdale

I. Off Gilbatrar
BEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,
The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars

Home

I remember a far place, where I would gladly be;
There, hours glided slowly, silently,
As clear as silver pearls, strung on a golden wire,
And gentle as the words of first desire.

Pussy Has A Whiskered Face

Pussy has a whiskered face,
Kitty has such pretty ways;
Doggie scampers when I call,
And has a heart to love us all.

Mesmerism

© Ezra Pound

Aye you're a man that ! ye old mesmerizer
Tyin' your meanin' in seventy swadelin's,
One must of needs be a hang'd early riser
To catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd's body-kins!