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A dozen poems

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Fifty Years Spent, by Maxwell Struthers Burt



Fifty years spent before I found me,
Wind on my mouth and the taste of the rain,
Where the great hills circled and swept around me
And the torrents leapt to the mist-drenched plain;
Ah, it was long this coming of me

Complete Poem


Our Lip Met (The First Kiss), by George Jerone Jefferson



when you feel she is right for you it in your heart

The look in your pretty
Brown eyes
Softness of your lips
To

Complete Poem


Song, by John Davidson



THE boat is chafing at our long delay,
And we must leave too soon
The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
The tawny sands, the moon.

Keep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!

Complete Poem


Hertha, by Algernon Charles Swinburne



I AM that which began;
Out of me the years roll;
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole;
God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.

Complete Poem


Too solemn for day, too sweet for night, by William Sidney Walker



TOO solemn for day, too sweet for night,
Come not in darkness, come not in light;
But come in some twilight interim,
When the gloom is soft, and the light is dim.

Complete Poem


Love in a Cottage, by Daniel Henry Deniehy



A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
'Mid brown old wattles seen.

And one to wait at shut of eve,

Complete Poem


Love and Life, by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester



ALL my past life is mine no more;
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

Complete Poem


You, by Ruth Guthrie Harding



Deep in the heart of me,
Nothing but You!
See through the art of me --
Deep in the heart of me
Find the best part of me,

Complete Poem


Soft, Low and Sweet, by Johannes Carl Andersen



Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,
And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray
Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep
The rath lark soars, and scatters down the steep
His runnel song, that skyey roundelay.

Complete Poem


Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service, by Thomas Stearns Eliot



Look, look, master, here comes two religions
caterpillars.
The Jew of Malta.

Polyphiloprogenitive
The sapient sutlers of the Lord

Complete Poem


April -- North Carolina, by Harriet Monroe



Would you not be in Tryon
Now that the spring is here,
When mocking-birds are praising
The fresh, the blossomy year?

Look -- on the leafy carpet

Complete Poem


Early Scare, by Tom Young



Lets terrorize baby.
Make him think he's in a cradle in a tree top,
swinging in the wind.
Hanging from a brittle bough ready to break,
moments from falling to the ground,

Complete Poem

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