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Scudder Middleton: Romance
RomanceScudder MiddletonWhy should we argue with the falling dust Or tremble in the traffic of the days? Our hearts are music-makers in the clouds, Our feet are running on the heavenly ways.…Robert Cameron Rogers: The Rosary
The RosaryRobert Cameron RogersThe hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, every one apart, My rosary.Each hour a pearl, each pearl a…Olive Tilford Dargan: There's Rosemary
There's RosemaryOlive Tilford DarganO love that is not Love, but dear, so dear! That is not love because it goes full soon, Like flower born and dead within one moon, And yet is love, for…Morris Rosenfeld
Rosenfeld, Morris[1862-1923](1)A Yiddish poet who came to America in his early youth. He has been connected editorially with the Jewish "Forward" and other papers. He is chiefly known for his…Joyce Kilmer: Rouge Bouquet
Rouge BouquetJoyce KilmerIn a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet There is a new-made grave to-day, Built by never a spade nor pick Yet covered with earth ten metres thick. There lie many…James Oppenheim: The Runner in the Skies
The Runner in the SkiesJames OppenheimWho is the runner in the skies, With her blowing scarf of stars, And our Earth and sun hovering like bees about her blossoming heart? Her feet are on the…Sarah N. Cleghorn: A Saint's Hours
A Saint's HoursSarah N. Cleghorn In the still cold before the sun (Her Matins) Her brothers and her sisters small She woke, and washed and dressed each one…Carl Sandburg
Sandburg, Carl[1878-1967](4)Born at Galesburg, Ill., Jan. 6, 1878. Educated at Lombard College, Galesburg. Married Lillian Steichen, of Milwaukee, 1908. Mr. Sandburg served several years as…Santayana, George E
Santayana, George E[1863-1952](3)Born in Madrid, Spain, December 16, 1863. He was for several years Professor of Philosophy at Harvard University, and has written important works in this…Sara Teasdale: Sappho
SapphoSara TeasdaleThe twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep, And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea, The temples glimmer moonwise in the trees. Twilight has veiled the little flower face…