All Poems
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A Neighbours Tears
© Benjamin Tompson
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees
Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:
A Dirge
© Edith Nesbit
LET Summer go
To other gardens; here we have no need of her.
She smiles and beckons, but we take no heed of her,
Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow,
Lydia
© Madison Julius Cawein
When Autumn's here and days are short,
Let LYDIA laugh and, hey!
Straightway 't is _May-day_ in my heart,
And blossoms strew the way.
Dawn
© Arthur Symons
Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
While I, in very sooth,
Tired, and awake beside you in the gloom,
Watch for the dawn, and feel the morning make
A loneliness about me for your sake.
My Frost-King - Song II
© Louisa May Alcott
Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
Sir Walter Raleigh (The night before his death)
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us nought but age and dust;
Which in the dark and silent grave,
The Vision By The Sea
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I.
A HAUNTING face! with strange, ethereal eyes,
Deep as unfathomed gulfs of tranquil skies
When o'er their brightness a vague mist is drawn,
The Maids Of Elfin-Mere
© William Allingham
When the spinning-room was here
Came Three Damsels, clothed in white,
Of Jacopo Del Sellaio
© Ezra Pound
This man knew out the secret ways of love,
No man could paint such things who did not know.
And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian,
And you are here, who are The Isles to me.
In the Orchard
© Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
To A Dead Journalist
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The busy trade of life is over now,
The intricate toil which was so hard for bread,
The strife each day renewed 'neath this poor brow
By this frail hand to be interpreted,
The Long Road West
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Once I heard a Hobo, singing by the tie-trail,
Squatting by the red rail rusty with the dew:
Help
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Come, live with us and be our cook,
And we will all the whimsies brook
That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav
And all the dear domestics have.
Untitled #2
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ROBE d'or, mais rien ne veut
Qu'une rose à ses cheveux.
A golden robe, yet will she wear
Only a rose in her golden hair.
The Overlander
© William Henry Ogilvie
I knew them on the road : red, roan, and white,
Cock-horned and spear-horned, spotted, streaked and starred;
I knew their shapes moon-misted in the night
As I rode round them keeping lonely guard.
I knew them all, the laggards and the leaders,
The wild, the wandering, and the listless feeders.
A Song for the New Year {1915}
© Katharine Tynan
THE Year of the Sorrows went out with great wind:
Lift up, lift up, O broken hearts, your Lord is kind,
And He shall call His flock home where no storms be
Into a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea.
