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A dozen poems

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Wind o' the Autumn, by Will. H. Ogilvie



I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where,
To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair,
Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red
Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed!

Oh! say, wild wind o' the Autumn, may I dance this dance with you

Complete Poem


Friendship, by Rocky Road



Friendship; the healer of hearts,
Lead me to thy roads end?
Filler of joy and hope,
What is thy biding?

The gift that forever gives,

Complete Poem


Why, by Bliss Carman



FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;

For her who hears

Complete Poem


The Most-Sacred Mountain, by Eunice Tietjens



Space, and the twelve clean winds of heaven,
And this sharp exultation, like a cry, after the slow six thousand
steps of climbing!
This is Tai Shan, the beautiful, the most holy.

Below my feet the foot-hills nestle, brown with flecks of green;

Complete Poem


To a Cabbage Rose, by Henry Lea Twisleton



Thy clustering leaves are steeped in splendour;
No evening red, no morning dun,
Can show a hue as rich and tender
As thine -- bright lover of the sun!

What wondrous hints of hidden glory,

Complete Poem


Meeting, by George Crabbe



MY Damon was the first to wake
The gentle flame that cannot die;
My Damon is the last to take
The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
The life between is nothing worth,

Complete Poem


A Ballade of Wattle Blossom, by Robert Richardson



There's a land that is happy and fair,
Set gem-like in halcyon seas;
The white winters visit not there,
To sadden its blossoming leas,
More bland than the Hesperides,

Complete Poem


Spring, by Thomas Nashe



SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing--
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,

Complete Poem


The Wardens of the Seas, by Edwin James Brady



Like star points in the ether to guide a homing soul
Towards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,
Across and o'er the oceans, on all the coasts they stand
Tall seneschals of commerce, High Wardens of the Strand --
The white lights slowly turning

Complete Poem


The Shepherd Boy sings in the Valley of Humiliation, by John Bunyan



HE that is down needs fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.

I am content with what I have,

Complete Poem


Gloucester Moors, by William Vaughn Moody



A mile behind is Gloucester town
Where the fishing fleets put in,
A mile ahead the land dips down
And the woods and farms begin.
Here, where the moors stretch free

Complete Poem


Neighbor's Flowers, by William Marr



a week ago our neighbor Eddie passed away
this morning I saw the potted flowers on their patio
all drooped and withered

his wife Helen who loves flowers so much
must not have heard the weather report

Complete Poem

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