Past, The (by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)) I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. continue reading
Spring Rain (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) With the wild spring rain and thunder My heart was wild and gay... continue reading
Three Years She Grew In Sun And Flower (by: William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)) "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face... continue reading
Virginal, A (by: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)) No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness... continue reading
When Last We Parted (by: Catherine Maria Fanshawe (1765 - 1834)) When last we parted, thou wert young and fair, How beautiful let fond remembrance say! continue reading
Wondrous Moment (by: Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)) The wondrous moment of our meeting . . . I well remember you appear continue reading
Yvonne Of Brittany (by: Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)) In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of their starry blossoms To make you a coronet? continue reading
