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A dozen poems

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A Child, by Mary Lamb



A CHILD 's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space--
Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one that to itself

Complete Poem


Behind The Scars, by Heather Johnson



(Dedicated to all of those who have suffered abuse)

You wanted me to witness,
who you really are.
You wanted me to validate,
the you behind the scars.

Complete Poem


Spring in Carmel, by George Sterling



O'er Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow.
White, white wings on the blue above!
White were your brow and breast, O Love!
But I cannot see you now.
Tireless ever the Mission swallow

Complete Poem


The Grey Company, by Jessie Mackay



O the grey, grey company
Of the pallid dawn!
O the ghostly faces,
Ashen-like and drawn!
The Lord's lone sentinels

Complete Poem


The Lover's Resolution, by George Wither



SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,

Complete Poem


The Blessed Damozel, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti



THE blessed Damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,

Complete Poem


Revelation, by Edmund Gosse



INTO the silver night
She brought with her pale hand
The topaz lanthorn-light,
And darted splendour o'er the land;
Around her in a band,

Complete Poem


A Girl's Grave, by Patrick Edward Quinn



"Aged 17, OF A BROKEN HEART, January 1st, 1841."

What story is here of broken love,
What idyllic sad romance,
What arrow fretted the silken dove
That met with such grim mischance?

Complete Poem


Symbol, by David Morton



My faith is all a doubtful thing,
Wove on a doubtful loom, --
Until there comes, each showery spring,
A cherry-tree in bloom;
And Christ who died upon a tree

Complete Poem


An Old Colonist's Reverie, by David McKee Wright



Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn,
Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn;
It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang,
The wind is the voice of my home, and I think of the songs it sang
When, fresh from the desk and ledger, I crossed the long leagues of sea --

Complete Poem


Muy Vieja Mexicana, by Alice Corbin



I've seen her pass with eyes upon the road --
An old bent woman in a bronze-black shawl,
With skin as dried and wrinkled as a mummy's,
As brown as a cigar-box, and her voice
Like the low vibrant strings of a guitar.

Complete Poem


Into a Precipice, by Oyown



Sitting upon a precipice,
Created by the running river
That comes and goings beyond the horizons,

The sun adorning the ripening sky
Without friend to be accompanied by

Complete Poem

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