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A dozen poems

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You, by Ruth Guthrie Harding



Deep in the heart of me,
Nothing but You!
See through the art of me --
Deep in the heart of me
Find the best part of me,

Complete Poem


Godheart, by Mark Zimmerman



spinning and pumping along the
pathway, drenched with melting
rocks shaped like fornicating roses
twirling around, the heart is carried
while gliding back and forth through time

Complete Poem


Spring Song, by William Griffith



Softly at dawn a whisper stole
Down from the Green House on the Hill,
Enchanting many a ghostly bole
And wood-song with the ancient thrill.

Gossiping on the country-side,

Complete Poem


Mater Dolorosa, by William Barnes



I'D a dream to-night
As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,

Complete Poem


Australia to England, by John Farrell



June 22nd, 1897

What of the years of Englishmen?
What have they brought of growth and grace
Since mud-built London by its fen
Became the Briton's breeding-place?

Complete Poem


Come down, O Maid, by Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson



COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),
In height and cold, the splendour of the hills?
But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease
To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine,

Complete Poem


Romance, by Robert Louis Stevenson



I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,

Complete Poem


A Dirge, by John Webster



CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole

Complete Poem


Eileen Aroon, by Gerald Griffin



WHEN like the early rose,
Eileen Aroon!
Beauty in childhood blows,
Eileen Aroon!
When, like a diadem,

Complete Poem


Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson



GIVE all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse--

Complete Poem


The Milkmaid, by Thomas Hardy



Under a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her brow.

The flowery river-ooze

Complete Poem


the disassociation of writing, by Quintin Webster



I read the writing the ghosts left behind
It told me to burn, burn, burn, burn
And it then turned the ice into a demons paradise
enabling them to ice skate over their burning graves
then the music that gave the rattle to my bones began its sick tune

Complete Poem

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