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• Proem

  There is no rhyme that is half so sweet
  As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;
  There is no metre that ’s half so fine …

  Madison Cawein

• Death

  Through some strange sense of sight or touch
  I find what all have found before,
  The presence I have feared so much, …

  Madison Cawein

• Quatrains

  The wind IN THE PINES
  WHEN winds go organing through the pines
  On hill and headland, darkly gleaming, …

  Madison Cawein

• Dirge

  What shall her silence keep
  Under the sun?
  Here, where the willows weep …

  Madison Cawein

• Separation

  There be many kinds of parting—yes, I know
  Some with fond, grieving eyes that overflow,
  Some with brave hands that strengthen as they go; …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• Recollection

  How can it be that I forget
  The way he phrased my doom,
  When I recall the arabesques …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• Morning

  Not least, ’t is ever my delight
  To drink the early morning light;
  To take the air upon my tongue …

  Philip Henry Savage

• Solitude

  As one advances up the slow ascent
  Along the pathway in the woods, the trees
  Change aspect, nor alone in this, but change …

  Philip Henry Savage

• Song

  The Light of spring
  On the emerald earth,
  A man, a maid, …

  Alice Duer Miller

• A Sonnet

  Dear, if you love me, hold me most your friend,
  Chosen from out the many who would bear
  Your gladness gladly—heavily your care; …

  Alice Duer Miller

• Why?

  Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
  And near it, a stern spirit.
  There came a drooping maid with violets, …

  Stephen Crane

• Quatrains

  Mount Rainier
  long hours we toiled up through the solemn wood
  Beneath moss-banners stretched from tree to tree; …

  Herbert Bashford

• Hymn

  O Li’l’ lamb out in de col’,
  De Mastah call you to de fol’,
  O li’l’ lamb! …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• England

  Who comes to England not to learn
  The love for her his fathers bore,
  Breathing her air, can still return …

  Grace Ellery Channing-Stetson

• Romance

  Down from a sunken doorstep to the road,
  Through a warm garden full of old-time flowers,
  Stretches a pathway, where the wrinkled toad …

  Mildred Howells

• Youth

  If I must die,
  The earth is inarticulate to sing
  The dirge I crave: …

  George Cabot Lodge

• Prelude

  WORDS, words,
  Ye are like birds.
  Would I might fold you, …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• The Mocking-Bird

  List to that bird! His song—what poet pens it?
  Brigand of birds, he ’s stolen every note!
  Prince though of thieves—hark! how the rascal spends it! …

  Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

• Sonnets

  On The DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN
  UNHAPPY dreamer, who outwinged in flight
  The pleasant region of the things I love, …

  George Santayana

• Quatrains

  A Diamond
  look how it sparkles, see it greet
  With laughing light the ambient air; …

  Robert Loveman

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