I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) I cautious, scanned my little life -- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine Should be a-dreaming laid. continue reading
I Lay Me Down And Slumber (by: A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)) I lay me down and slumber And every morn revive. Whose is the night-long breathing That keeps a man alive? continue reading
If Only (by: Munda Schram) If only these few words I wrote for you, Arrived through cyber space to change into, A balsam for the agony you're in, And ease a little of the fear within. continue reading
In A Spring Grove (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, continue reading
In Exelcis (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) You -- you -- Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air. continue reading
In Neglect (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken... continue reading
In The Fields (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Will the heart of any everlasting thing Bring me these dreams that take my breath away? continue reading
Indian Serenade,The (by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)) I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. continue reading
Interlude (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter, How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; continue reading
