I'll Lend You (by: Edgar A. Guest) "I'll lend you for a little time A child of mine," He said, "For you to love the while he lives And mourn for when he is dead... 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
Journey, The (by: Grace Fallow Norton) I went upon a journey To countries far away, From province unto province To pass my holiday. continue reading
Late Leaves (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) The leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; continue reading
Meadows In Spring, The (by: Edward Fitzgerald (1809 - 1883)) 'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. continue reading
Piano (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see continue reading
Poplar Field, The (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. continue reading
September (by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)) The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. continue reading
