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A dozen poems

For March 31, 2015

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Bag-Pipes at Sea, by Clinton Scollard



Above the shouting of the gale,
The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
A piper play.

Along the dipping deck he trod,

Complete Poem


On the Podium of the Zeppelin-Tribune, Nuremberg, Germany, by Melanie Consul



In the steps of death
I Heard the chants
Saw the ranks
Of an army far too great
The sky grew dark

Complete Poem


Return, by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester



ABSENT from thee, I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return?
The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.

Dear, from thine arms then let me fly,

Complete Poem


A Garden Song, by Henry Austin Dobson



HERE in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees

Complete Poem


Chorus from 'Atalanta', by Algernon Charles Swinburne



WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
And the brown bright nightingale amorous

Complete Poem


Elena's Song, by Sir Henry Taylor



QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid--
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?

Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife

Complete Poem


Under the Wattle, by Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen



"Why should not wattle do
For mistletoe?"
Asked one -- they were but two --
Where wattles grow.

He was her lover, too,

Complete Poem


To Mistress Margery Wentworth, by John Skelton



WITH margerain gentle,
The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
Is of your maidenhead.
Plainly I cannot glose;

Complete Poem


The Inverted Torch, by Edith M. Thomas



Threading a darksome passage all alone,
The taper's flame, by envious current blown,
Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright,
So challenged by the vast and hostile night,
Then down I held the taper; -- swift and fain

Complete Poem


The Rival, by James Whitcomb Riley



I so loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.

The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and

Complete Poem


A Lynmouth Widow, by Amelia Josephine Burr



He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.

We passed the porch where the swallows breed,

Complete Poem


Still Cold Outside..., by Ghan Dace



Living in the forest of pain,
No one could see my tears in the rain,
Night was the witness
Cold was the witness
and my broken wings, but you...

Complete Poem

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