The Meteorite (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, ...
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, ...
Since we agreed to let the road between us Fall to disuse, And bricked our gates up, planted trees to ...
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round, Whatever it to you may seem More real happiness I ...
The living room is overgrown with grass. It has come up around the furniture. It stretches through the dining room, ...
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed ...
There is a fenceless garden overgrown With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; And once, among the roses ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Maidenly lake, fathomless lake, Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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