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A dozen poems

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Song, by William Watson



APRIL, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears

Complete Poem


The Ultimate Revelation, by Madan G. Gandhi



A lotus grown in muddy lake,
Truth's self forever awake
on whose whisper doors are flung open,
I am the ultimate revelation.

I unfold the creator's perfect plan

Complete Poem


The Lesser Children, by Ridgely Torrence



A Threnody at the Hunting Season

In the middle of August when the southwest wind
Blows after sunset through the leisuring air,
And on the sky nightly the mythic hind
Leads down the sullen dog star to his lair,

Complete Poem


I have a Rendezvous with Death, by Alan Seeger



I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air --
I have a rendezvous with Death

Complete Poem


Orchard, by Hilda "H.D." Doolittle



I saw the first pear
As it fell --
The honey-seeking, golden-banded,
The yellow swarm
Was not more fleet than I,

Complete Poem


Epithalamion, by Edmund Spenser



YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes
Beene to me ayding, others to adorne,
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That even the greatest did not greatly scorne
To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes,

Complete Poem


My November Guest, by Robert Frost



My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Complete Poem


The Daylight is Dying, by Andrew Barton Paterson (`Banjo')



The daylight is dying
Away in the west,
The wild birds are flying
In silence to rest;
In leafage and frondage

Complete Poem


Ah, how sweet it is to love!, by John Dryden



AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far

Complete Poem


To a Child of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author then Forty, by Matthew Prior



LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.

My pen amongst the rest I took,

Complete Poem


Scum o' the Earth, by Robert Haven Schauffler



I

At the gate of the West I stand,
On the isle where the nations throng.
We call them "scum o' the earth";

Stay, are we doing you wrong,

Complete Poem


Who Am I?, by Sarah Kee



Who am I?
The monster under your bed.
Who am I?
The voice inside your head.
Who am I?

Complete Poem

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