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Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza XIII
© Gertrude Stein
There may be pink with white or white with rose
Or there may be white with rose and pink with mauve
Or even there may be white with yellow and yellow with blue
Or even if even it is rose with white and blue
And so there is no yellow there but by accident.
Feast on Wine
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Feast on wine or fast on water,
And your honor shall stand sure
If an angel out of heaven
Brings you something else to drink,
Response
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath,
E'en as it were at war with death.
Davie Gellatley's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
Young men will love thee more fair and more fast;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?
Old men's love the longest will last,
And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.
On The Stair
© Annie Campbell Huestis
AS I went lonely up the stair
Ah me, the ghost that I saw there!
A Ballad That We Do Not Perish
© Zbigniew Herbert
Those who sailed at dawn
but will never return
left their trace on a wave-
The Monk Saigyo
© Saigyo
Should I blame the moon
For bringing forth this sadness,
As if it pictured grief?
Lifting up my troubled face,
I regard it through my tears
When you go Away
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.
The Veairy Veet That I Do Meet
© William Barnes
When dewy fall's red leaves do vlee
Along the grass below the tree,
Longing
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;
The Eumerella Shore
© Anonymous
There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore,
Where I've lingered many happy hours away,
On my little free selection I have acres by the score,
Where I unyoke the bullocks from the dray.
Lost Counsel
© Margaret Widdemer
IF you were but near me,
O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
And I could have rest;
A Silly Song
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"O HEART, my heart!" she said, and heard
His mate the blackbird calling,
While through the sheen of the garden green
May rain was softly falling,--
Aye softly, softly falling.
An April Morning
© Bliss William Carman
ONCE more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.
The Lord Is King
© George Wither
The Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright:
He clothed with strength appeareth,
And girt with powerful might.
Mary Leslie
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Here by the bivouac fire, above
These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
Twa thousand miles away,
The First Love Dream
© Henry Clay Work
Last night, mother, he told me so,
As we walked by the pebbly stream;
