Warm Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She stood there still at the rail at the edge of our balcony our room in our slice of paradise ...
She stood there still at the rail at the edge of our balcony our room in our slice of paradise ...
Up in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
She is standing on my eyelids And her hair is in my hair She has the color of my eye ...
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
As far from pity, as complaint -- As cool to speech -- as stone -- As numb to Revelation As ...
In a cafe, once more I heard Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes. Do they not say that ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
But only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
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