Dreams poems
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The Season
© Alfred Austin
So sings the river through the summer days,
And I, submissive, follow what I praise.
What if my boyish blood would rather stay
Where lawns invite, where bonnibels delay,
Though but a youth and not averse from these,
To conflict called, I abdicate my ease,
"Come back, sweet yesterdays!"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Come back, sweet yesterdays!
Sweet yesterdays, come back!
Ah! not in my dreams only
Vex me with joy, to wake
Questions
© Edith Nesbit
What do the roses do, mother,
Now that the summer's done?
They lie in the bed that is hung with red
And dream about the sun.
March
© John Payne
MARCH comes at last, the labouring lands to free.
Rude blusterer, with thy cloud-compelling blast,
In Memory of John Fairfax
© Henry Kendall
Because this man fulfilled his days,
Like one who walks with steadfast gaze
The Lament Of A Lover
© Confucius
There where its shores the marsh surround,
Rushes and lotus plants abound.
Winter
© Archibald Lampman
The long days came and went; the riotous bees
Tore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,
We're Dreamers All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,
And a hint of something better is written in every creed;
And nobody wakes at morning but hopes ere the day is o'er
To have come to a richer pleasure than ever he's known before.
Cloud Fantasies
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WILD, rapid, dark, like dreams of threatening doom,
Low cloud-racks scud before the level wind;
Beneath them, the bare moorlands, blank and blind,
Stretch, mournful, through pale of glimmering gloom;
Eleventh Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Is this a time to plant and build,
Add house to house, and field to field,
When round our walls the battle lowers,
When mines are hid beneath our towers,
And watchful foes are stealing round
To search and spoil the holy ground?
At A Birthday Festival
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WE will not speak of years to-night,--
For what have years to bring
But larger floods of love and light,
And sweeter songs to sing?
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. June
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A DAY AT HAMPTON COURT
It is our custom, once in every year,
Mine and two others', when the chestnut trees
Are white at Bushey, Ascot being near,
The Shepherd's Calendar - October
© John Clare
Nature now spreads around in dreary hue
A pall to cover all that summer knew
A Walk By Moonlight
© Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
I had been out to see a friend
With whom I others saw:
Like minds to like minds ever tend -
An universal law.
The Princes' Quest - Part the Seventh
© William Watson
But Sleep, who makes a mist about the sense,
Doth ope the eyelids of the soul, and thence
Yardley Oak
© William Cowper
Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all
That once lived here, thy brethren, at my birth,
Beethoven In Central Park
© Alfred Noyes
Then, in a place of whispering leaves and gloom,
I saw, too dark, too dumb for bronze or stone,
One tragic head that bowed against the sky;
O, in a hush too deep for any tomb
I saw Beethoven, dreadfully alone
With his own grief, and his own majesty.
A Remonstrance, Addressed to a Friend Who Complained of Being Alone in the World
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Oh! say not thou art all alone
Upon this wide, cold-hearted earth;
Scrubber
© William Ernest Henley
She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face
With flashes of the old fun's animation
