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To the Stars

© Erasmus Darwin

Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,

Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;

The Tree

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

IN the dim woods, one tree
Was by the cunning seasons builded fair
With the rain's masonry
And delicate craft of air.

John Bede Polding

© Henry Kendall

With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.

From the Grave

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.

To make One's Toilette—after Death

© Emily Dickinson

To make One's Toilette-after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still-

The Past

© William Cullen Bryant

Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.

Esprit mystérieux qui, le doigt sur ta bouche,
Passes... ne t'en va pas ! parle à l'homme farouche
Ivre d'ombre et d'immensité,
Parle-moi, toi, front blanc qui dans ma nuit te penches !
Réponds-moi, toi qui luis et marches sous les branches
Comme un souffle de la clarté !

Since Jessie Died

© Edgar Albert Guest

We understand a lot of things we never did before,
And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.
I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
We have learned that to be happy we must travel side by side.
You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know
The depth there is in loving, till you've got a common woe.

In Memoriam XXX

© Alfred Tennyson

With trembling fingers did we weave

The holly round the Christmas hearth;

The Veteran

© Leon Gellert

Here must I sit and stare,

Withered and wrinkled;

Love Despised

Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart?

This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell

Plowboy

I shall remember you long,
Plowboy and horses against the sky in shadow.
I shall remember you and the picture
You made for me,
Turning the turf in the dusk
And haze of an April gloaming.