Stanza (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distingusihed faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. continue reading
Star-Seeker, A (by: Thomas Hardy) I mark the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by. continue reading
Strange Lullaby (by: Lisa G. Leming) Birds are playing in the sky Little souls meet by and by Angel, angel from my past Understanding me at last continue reading
Strange Wild Song, A (by: Lewis Caroll (1832 - 1898)) He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. continue reading
Sunflowers, The (by: Mary Oliver) Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines continue reading
Tears (by: Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)) When I consider Life and its few years-- A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call to battle, and the battle done continue reading
Tears (by: Unknown) Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? continue reading
There Will Come Soft Rains (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; continue reading
Tho' my Destiny Be Fustian (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a less divine... continue reading
