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A dozen poems

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Easter, by George Herbert



I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee.

Yet though my flowers be lost, they say

Complete Poem


Godheart, by Mark Zimmerman



spinning and pumping along the
pathway, drenched with melting
rocks shaped like fornicating roses
twirling around, the heart is carried
while gliding back and forth through time

Complete Poem


Gordon's Grave, by Francis William Lauderdale Adams



All the heat and the glow and the hush
of the summer afternoon;
the scent of the sweet-briar bush
over bowing grass-blades and broom;

the birds that flit and pass;

Complete Poem


Where My Books go, by William Butler Yeats



ALL the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,

Complete Poem


Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's, by Grace Fallow Norton



I

With cassock black, baret and book,
Father Saran goes by;
I think he goes to say a prayer
For one who has to die.

Complete Poem


When we Two parted, by George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron



WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Complete Poem


Beyond Rathkelly, by Francis Carlin



As I went over the Far Hill,
Just beyond Rathkelly,
-- Och, to be on the Far Hill
O'er Newtonstewart Town!
As I went over the Far Hill

Complete Poem


The Path that leads to Nowhere, by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson



There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows

Complete Poem


Saturday Night, by Mary Colborne-Veel



Saturday night in the crowded town;
Pleasure and pain going up and down,
Murmuring low on the ear there beat
Echoes unceasing of voice and feet.
Withered age, with its load of care,

Complete Poem


Chloe Divine, by Thomas D'Urfey



CHLOE 's a Nymph in flowery groves,
A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from her eyes,

Complete Poem


The Young May Moon, by Thomas Moore



THE young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love;
How sweet to rove
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!

Complete Poem


Where Are You, by Brother De Buff



The place in my heart is empty
I want to scream come back I love you
Words are lost
on my action of the past
Heavy is my burden I must continue

Complete Poem

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