Seed Shop, The (by: Muriel Stuart (1889-)) Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie, Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand, Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry - Meadows and gardens running through my hand. continue reading
She Died At Play (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours... continue reading
Song Of The Silent Land (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. continue reading
Songs Of Innocence: A Dream (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass methought I lay. continue reading
Soul And Body (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Foil'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? continue reading
Southern Mansion (by: Arna Bontemps (1902 - 1973)) Poplars are standing there still as death And ghosts of dead men Meet their ladies walking Two by two beneath the shade And standing on the marble steps. continue reading
Story Of Mrs. W (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) My garden blossoms pink and white, A place of decorous murmuring, Where I am safe from August night And cannot feel the knife of Spring. continue reading
Terror of Death, The (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, continue reading
