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Love Song

© William Butler Yeats

My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,

And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;

May The Limner

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

When May is painting with her colours gay
The landscape sketched by April her sweet twin...

Dawn Song

© Robert Fuller Murray

I hear a twittering of birds,
And now they burst in song.
How sweet, although it wants the words!
It shall not want them long,
For I will set some to the note
Which bubbles from the thrush's throat.

The Waterfall And The Eglantine

© William Wordsworth

What more he said I cannot tell,
The Torrent down the rocky dell
Came thundering loud and fast;
I listened, nor aught else could hear;
The Briar quaked--and much I fear
Those accents were his last.

Baby Wrens’ Voices by Thomas R. Smith : American Life in Poetry #232 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Lau

I’ve built many wren houses since my wife and I moved to the country 25 years ago. It’s a good thing to do in the winter. At one point I had so many extra that in the spring I set up at a local farmers’ market and sold them for five dollars apiece. I say all this to assert that I am an authority at listening to the so small voices that Thomas R. Smith captures in this poem. Smith lives in Wisconsin. Baby Wrens’ Voices

I am a student of wrens.

Stanza, Written At Bracknell

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest
That was the portion of despair!

An Improvisation

© George MacDonald

The stars cleave the sky.
Yet for us they rest,
And their race-course high
Is a shining nest!

My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!

© Caroline Norton

MY heart is like a withered nut,
Rattling within its hollow shell;
You cannot ope my breast, and put
Any thing fresh with it to dwell.

Hymns to the Night : 6 : Longing for Death

© Novalis

Blessed be the everlasting Night,
And blessed the endless slumber.
We are heated by the day too bright,
And withered up with care.
We're weary of a life abroad,
And we now want our Father's home.

Invocation

© Edith Nesbit

The Spirit of Darkness, the Prince of the Power of the Air,
The terror that walketh by night, and the horror by day,
The legions of Evil, alert and awake and aware,
Press round him each hour; and I pray here alone, far away.

Of Judgement

© John Bunyan

As 'tis appointed men should die,
So judgment is the next
That meets them most assuredly;
For so saith holy text.

Another Day Of Soldier Life

© Anonymous

Another day of soldier life
Is numbered with the past;
It was not filled with bloody strife,
And did not prove our last.

Halloween

© Robert Burns

Upon that night, when fairies light

On Cassilis Downans dance,

Eclogue:--The Lotments

Zoo you be in your groun' then, I do zee,
A-workèn and a-zingèn lik' a bee.
How do it answer? what d'ye think about it?
D'ye think 'tis better wi' it than without it?
A-recknèn rent, an' time, an' zeed to stock it,
D'ye think that you be any thing in pocket?

Don Juans Good-Night

Teach me, gentle Leporello,
Since you are so wise a fellow,
How your master I may win.
Leporello answers gaily
Slip into his bed and way lay
Him; anon he shall come in.

The Knight-Errant

© Virna Sheard

Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire
To right the world's wrongs and champion truth;
Deep in his eyes shone a heaven-lit fire,
And royal and radiant day-dreams of youth!