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Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-

Adam Lindsay Gordon

White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,

G. K. Chesterton
I Miss You

Where are you my darling
I tried calling out your name but I met no reponse
I tried reaching out to you but you are no where to be seen, honey
Where are you, I need you to set me free from these nightmares.

Victor Okumu
Books Written On The Road

ocean wave moving across sail crape rays
sun glimmering sea rail sunset, campfire
beach street revolutionary figures, walk
taken along the sand, somewhere between

Joseph Mayo Wristen
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,

John Freeman
The Two Ages

On a great cathedral window I have seen
A Summer sunset swoon and sink away,
Lost in the splendours of immortal art.
Angels and saints and all the heavenly hosts,

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dear Deborah

They tell me that your heart
has been found in Iowa,
pumping along Interstate 35.
Do you want it back?

Deborah Ager
Night: San Francisco

Rain drenches the patio stones.
All night was spent waiting
for an earthquake, and instead


Deborah Ager
Growing Old

What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?

Matthew Arnold
Any Wife To Any Husband


My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now

Robert Browning
Home Thoughts, From The Sea

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;

Robert Browning


What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,

Robert Browning
Out, Out—

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count

Robert Frost
The Black Cottage

We chanced in passing by that afternoon
To catch it in a sort of special picture
Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees,
Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass,

Robert Frost
The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.

Robert Frost
Endymion: Book Ii

O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears

John Keats
Sonnet 073: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.

William Shakespeare
Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills

Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan,
Never thus could voyage on-

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

Flood-Tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west-sun there half an hour high-I see you also face
to face.

Walt Whitman

Aroused and angry,
I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;
But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd myself,
To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead.

Walt Whitman
Song At Sunset

Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.

Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Walt Whitman
Canto 49

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.

Ezra Pound
At A Window

Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,

Carl Sandburg

You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Saying good-by to an even river.

Carl Sandburg

Sand of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants and wavers.

Carl Sandburg

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
over them.

Carl Sandburg

The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.


Carl Sandburg
Murmurings In A Field Hospital

[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two
days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]

Come to me only with playthings now…

Carl Sandburg
Our Prayer Of Thanks

For the gladness here where the sun is shining at
evening on the weeds at the river,
Our prayer of thanks.


Carl Sandburg

After the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
Formed into moving shadows, I saw
A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray,

Carl Sandburg
Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window

Into the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
And the long sand changes
And to-day is a goner

Carl Sandburg
The Great Hunt

I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper at last-

Carl Sandburg

Yellow dust on a bumble
bee's wing,
Grey lights in a woman's
asking eyes,

Carl Sandburg
The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I

S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.

William Butler Yeats
Villanelle Of Sunset

Come hither, Child! and rest:
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!


Ernest Dowson
Crossing The Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,

Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Lotos-eaters

“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,

Alfred Lord Tennyson
A House Upon The Height


A House upon the Height-
That Wagon never reached-

Emily Dickinson
Ah, Teneriffe!


Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!

Emily Dickinson
An Ignorance A Sunset


An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye-

Emily Dickinson
As Far From Pity, As Complaint


As far from pity, as complaint-
As cool to speech-as stone-

Emily Dickinson
Bloom Upon The Mountain—stated


Bloom upon the Mountain-stated-
Blameless of a Name-

Emily Dickinson
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup


Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up

Emily Dickinson
Count Not That Far That Can Be Had


Count not that far that can be had,
Though sunset lie between-

Emily Dickinson
How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset


How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn-

Emily Dickinson
I Had No Cause To Be Awake


I had no Cause to be awake-
My Best-was gone to sleep-

Emily Dickinson
If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing


If He dissolve-then-there is nothing-more-
Eclipse-at Midnight-

Emily Dickinson
It Can’t Be “summer”!


It can't be “Summer”!
That-got through!

Emily Dickinson
Me, Change! Me, Alter!


Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill

Emily Dickinson
Of Whom So Dear


Of whom so dear
The name to hear

Emily Dickinson
Rearrange A “wife’s” Affection!


Rearrange a “Wife's” affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!

Emily Dickinson
Sunset At Night—is Natural


Sunset at Night-is natural-
But Sunset on the Dawn

Emily Dickinson
Sunset That Screens, Reveals—


Sunset that screens, reveals-
Enhancing what we see

Emily Dickinson
The Sunset Stopped On Cottages


The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be

Emily Dickinson
There’s The Battle Of Burgoyne—


There's the Battle of Burgoyne-
Over, every Day,

Emily Dickinson
They Called Me To The Window, For


They called me to the Window, for
” 'Twas Sunset”-Some one said-

Emily Dickinson
This—is The Land—the Sunset Washes


This-is the land-the Sunset washes-
These-are the Banks of the Yellow Sea-

Emily Dickinson