Swains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Crisp air Ripe fruit Heavy on the bough. Cool in the hand. Filling my bag. Snap of a McIntosh Tart ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
When baby wakes of mornings, Then it's wake, ye people all! For another day Of song and play Has come ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow; And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, ...
Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden ...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
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