Pandangaran - Catharina Boer

Repelled in time, we are:
little wooden houses behind crude stones
against the sea, fishermen who graze
the bottom, deep abrasion to survive.

The Theatre of the Humble - Julio Herrera y Reissig

The countryside is as the Bible says…
evening sinks down among the hills to die;
a final flash of sunlight threads through high
towers, aligning fairy lattices.

When Plaintively And Near The Cricket Sings - Nora May French

Now evening comes.  Now stirs my discontent...
            Oh ache of smallest, unforgotten things!
How sharp you are when day and dark are blent,
  When beetles hurry by with vibrant wings,
  And plaintively and near the cricket sings.

The Raven Who Would Rival The Eagle - Jean de La Fontaine

An Eagle swooped from out the sky,
And carried off a sheep.
A Raven seeing him, said: "I
Could do that too if I should try.
His meal comes mighty cheap."

Cædmon's Hymn - Cædmon

Now let me praise the keeper of Heaven's kingdom,
the might of the Creator, and his thought,

Give Me Welcome All with Cheer - Walter von der Vogelweide

Give me welcome all with cheer!
Harken, what my tidings fair shall be.
All that you were wont to hear
Is a very trifle: now ask me.
But give me my reward!
Then, if that be good,
I shall tell what you will hear with joyful mood.
Take care, and honours fit accord!

I Would I Might Forget That I am I (Sonnet VII) - George Santayana

I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.

The Dying Hunter to his Dog - Susanna Moodie

Lie down — lie down! — my noble hound,
      That joyful bark give o'er;
It wakes the lonely echoes round,
      But rouses me no more —
Thy lifted ears, thy swelling chest,
      Thy eyes so keenly bright,
No longer kindle in my breast
      The thrill of fierce delight;
When following thee on foaming steed
My eager soul outstripped thy speed —

The Moonbeam - Luis G. Urbina

Moonbeam, come in! Thou art a welcome guest.
'Tis long since I have seen thy silver flame.
Although I left the casement open wide,
Shadows alone into my chamber came.

Deceased are the patrician mansions - Georges Rodenbach

Deceased are the patrician mansions,
And eternally enfolded in silence