December by Thomas Parsons You have again made your way in,Cold and beautiful.You are December,And I love you.Despite the seasonal celebration,I know you to be more.You are calm,You allow me to slow,To envelope the tranquility I crave.Your winds, December, though...
It Is November It is NovemberAnd all the leaves face my wayOverlapping tussocks of grassLike long forgotten hillsDwelling in the overhang of fallIt is NovemberOrange ribbons hand in tattersPatched up yellow cloaks are drapedAnd whisking in the windThen drifting to the...
A Psalm of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust...
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the...
The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having...
Dark Ages by John Reade The years through which aught that hath life, O Sun,Hath watched or felt thy rising, what are theyTo those vast æons when, from night to day,From dawn to dark, thy circuit thou didst run,With none to greet thee or regret thee; noneTo bless thy...
On Prayer by Kahlil Gibran Kahlil Gibran 1883 – 1931 Then the priestess said, Speak to us of Prayer. And he answered, saying: You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. For what...
Now have come the shining daysWhen field and wood are robed anew,And o'er the world a silver hazeMingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the landIn garments free from spot or stain—The lustrous leaves, the hills untanned,The vivid meads, the glaucous...