Poetry

My Heart’s in the Highlands (1) By  Robert Burns My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A…

Rose Pogonias By  Robert Lee Frost A Saturated meadow,     Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider     Than the trees around were tall; W…

A Poet to His Beloved By William Butler Yeats I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion h…

Her Dream By  William Butler Yeats I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night’s fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on …

Early Love Revisited By  Victor Hugo I have wished in the grief of my heart to know     If the vase yet treasured that nectar so clear, And to see wh…

Song of Love By Victor Hugo If there be a velvet sward     By dewdrops pearly drest, Where through all seasons fairies guard     Flowe…

Love's Treacherous Pool By  Victor Hugo Young maiden, true love is a pool all mirroring clear,     Where coquettish girls come to linger in long …

A Love Song By  Duncan Campbell Scott I gave her a rose in early June, Fed with the sun and the dew, Each petal I said is a note in the tune, The ros…

The Pity of Love By William Butler Yeats A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, …

A Book By  Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book     To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page     Of prancing poetry. This trave…

Flower-gathering By  Robert Lee Frost I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you kno…

Those Dancing Days are Gone By  William Butler Yeats Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crou…