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1. Daphne Why do you follow me?- Any moment I can be Nothing but a laurel-tree. Any moment of the chase I […]...
2. The Unexplorer There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once-she said That if […]...
3. The Leaf And The Tree When will you learn, myself, to be A dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, […]...
4. I Shall Forget You Presently IV I SHALL forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, […]...
5. God’s World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! […]...
6. The Blue-Flag In The Bog God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open to […]...
7. Elegy Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- […]...
8. The Goose-Girl Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there […]...
9. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind Think not, not for a moment let your mind, Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought That the work’s done […]...
10. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, […]...
11. Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I […]...
12. The Bean-Stalk Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,-but it’s lovely, up so high! […]...
13. Two Sonnets In Memory (Nicola Sacco Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And sung […]...
14. Song Of A Second April April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling […]...
15. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital […]...
16. Renascence All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another […]...
17. The Death Of Autumn When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like aged […]...
18. Burial Mine is a body that should die at sea! And have for a grave, instead of a grave Six feet […]...
19. The Fledgling So, art thou feahered, art thou flown, Thou naked thing?-and canst alone Upon the unsolid summer air Sustain thyself, and […]...
20. Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful III OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love’s self alone. Were you […]...
21. Journey Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow […]...
22. The Merry Maid OH, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air, I […]...
23. She is Overheard Singing OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,­ But my […]...
24. When The Year Grows Old I cannot but remember When the year grows old- October-November- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the […]...
25. Alms My heart is what it was before, A house where people come and go; But it is winter with your […]...
26. I Think I Should Have Loved You II I THINK I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted […]...
27. The Wood Road If I were to walk this way Hand in hand with Grief, I should mark that maple-spray Coming into leaf. […]...
28. Midnight Oil Edna St. Vincent Millay – Midnight Oil Cut if you will, with Sleep’s dull knife, Each day to half its […]...
29. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?-put away For your so passing sake, this […]...
30. Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the […]...