Poetry

The Dawn Dance By  C. J. Dennis What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn? Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn! Bobbing here, a…

Girl's Song By  William Butler Yeats I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who. Another came in sight That on a…

Summer is Come By  Gilbert Parker Summer is come; the corn is in the ear,     The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; Summer is come, though wi…

St. John By  Victor Hugo One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime     At Patmos who aye dreamed, And tremblingly perused, without the vast …

The Sorrow of Love By William Butler Yeats The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all t…

In April By Rainer Maria Rilke Again the woods are odorous, the lark Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray That hung above the tree-…

Then, Most, I Smile By  Victor Hugo Late it is to look so proud,     Daisy queen! come is the gloom Of the winter-burdened cloud! —      "But, i…

O Do Not Love Too Long By William Butler Yeats Sweetheart do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion L…

He Mourns for the Change that has Come Upon Him and His Beloved, and Longs For the End of the World By William Butler Yeats Do you not…

The Mountain Tomb By William Butler Yeats Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride, Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The…

A Service of Song By  Emily Dickinson Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orcha…

The Meditation of the Old Fisherman By William Butler Yeats You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glo…

Patriot Fighting for His Home By  James McIntyre On the shores of the northern lakes An infant giant now awakes, He has long time been in a dream, Bu…

The Lake Isle of Innisfree By William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay …

Persicos Odi To My Tobacconist By  William Hodgson Ellis I hate your imported Havannahs, Your perfumed cheroots I decline; His own special weakness e…

Verses to a Young Lady By  Robert Burns Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives,     In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join’d, Accept the gi…

A Cradle Song By William Butler Yeats The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God’s…

A Boundless Moment By  Robert Lee Frost He halted in the wind, and — what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing …