To teach the grey earth like a child,
To bid the heavens repent,
I only ask from Fate the gift
Of one man well content.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Afternoon On A Hill - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Friday, 28 October 2011
To a Sea Shell - Hubert Church
Friend of my chamber—O thou spiral shell
That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Flesh - Mary Eliza Fullerton
I have seen a gum-tree,
Scarred by the blaze
Of the pioneer axe,
Mend after long days;
Lip to lip shut
Of the separate bark,
Till the gape of the wound
Was a vanishing mark.
Scarred by the blaze
Of the pioneer axe,
Mend after long days;
Lip to lip shut
Of the separate bark,
Till the gape of the wound
Was a vanishing mark.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Why I Love Them - Mary Alice Walton
I would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours,
So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,
Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance,
While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.
So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,
Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance,
While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
A Silent Mouth - Cathal O’Byrne
O little green leaf on the bough, you hear the lark in morn,
You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn,
You hear, low down in the grass,
The Singing Sidhe as they pass,
Do you ever hear, O little green flame,
My loved one calling, whispering my name?
You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn,
You hear, low down in the grass,
The Singing Sidhe as they pass,
Do you ever hear, O little green flame,
My loved one calling, whispering my name?
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Fluffy, A Cat - R. C. Lehmann
So now your tale of years is done,
Old Fluff, my friend, and you have won,
Beyond our land of mist and rain,
Your way to the Elysian plain,
Where through the shining hours of heat
A cat may bask and lap and eat;
Where goldfish glitter in the streams,
And mice refresh your waking dreams,
And all, in fact, is planned—and that’s
Its great delight—to please the cats.
Old Fluff, my friend, and you have won,
Beyond our land of mist and rain,
Your way to the Elysian plain,
Where through the shining hours of heat
A cat may bask and lap and eat;
Where goldfish glitter in the streams,
And mice refresh your waking dreams,
And all, in fact, is planned—and that’s
Its great delight—to please the cats.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Gardener's Prayer - Karel Matej Capek Chod
O Lord, grant that in some way
it may rain every day,
it may rain every day,
Monday, 10 October 2011
Thanks - Henrik Johan Ibsen
Her griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.
Sunday, 9 October 2011
The Eagle - Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
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