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Amy Lowell: A Little Song

A Little SongWhen you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night Starts another year of candle light. O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon…

Theodosia Garrison: A Love Song

A Love SongTheodosia GarrisonMy love it should be silent, being deep — And being very peaceful should be still — Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep — Serenely silent as some mighty hill…

Sara Teasdale: Love Songs

Love SongsSara TeasdaleComeCome, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of Spring, Come with arms outstretched to take me, Come with lips that long to cling.Come, for…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Song

With a Flower Loyalty Song Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the…

Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

by Robert Burns     Contents Preface 1771 - 1779 1780 1781 1782 1783 1784 1785 1786 1787 1788 1789 1790 1791 1792 1793 Versicles, A.D. 1793 1794 1795 Versicles of 1795 1796…

Walt Whitman: Song of Prudence

Song of PrudenceManhattan's streets I saunter'd pondering, On Time, Space, Reality—on such as these, and abreast with them Prudence.The last explanation always remains to be made about…

Walt Whitman: A Riddle Song

A Riddle SongThat which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth, And yet the pulse…

Walt Whitman: Songs of Parting

Songs of PartingAs the Time Draws NighYears of the ModernAshes of SoldiersThoughtsSong at SunsetAs at Thy Portals Also DeathMy LegacyPensive on Her Dead GazingCamps of GreenThe Sobbing of the…

Walt Whitman: Song at Sunset

Song at SunsetSplendor of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat, you divine average, You earth and life till the last ray gleams I…

Walt Whitman: A Twilight Song

A Twilight SongAs I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame, Musing on long-pass'd war-scenes—of the countless buried unknown soldiers, Of the vacant names, as unindented…