The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IWhere's your kingdom, little king? Where the land you call your own, Where your palace and your throne?Fluttering lightly on the wing Through ...
IWhere's your kingdom, little king? Where the land you call your own, Where your palace and your throne?Fluttering lightly on the wing Through ...
SNOWY-SMOOTH beneath the pen-Richest field that iron ploughs,Germinating thoughts of men,Tho' no heaven its rain allows.There they ripen, thousand-fold;And our ...
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art ...
Meaning, nature, has shed this glistening skin—Shrill shell of colors crying in the lightfor root or foot or body, boldly ...
883The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-The Wicks they stimulate-If vital LightInhere as do the Suns-Each Age a LensDisseminating theirCircumference-(Emily Dickinson)
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
The Poets light but Lamps -- Themselves -- go out -- The Wicks they stimulate -- If vital Light Inhere ...
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