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• Souls

  My soul goes clad in gorgeous things,
  Scarlet and gold and blue.
  And at her shoulder sudden wings …

  Fannie Stearns Davis

• The Listeners

  “is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
  Knocking on the moonlit door;
  And his horse in the silence champed the grasses …

  Walter de la Mare

• The Temple

  Hear me, brother
  Boldly I stepped into the Temple,
  Into the Temple where the God dwells …

  Lee Wilson Dodd

• The Comrade

  Call me friend or foe,
  Little I care!
  I go with all who go …

  Lee Wilson Dodd

• Sunrise on Rydal Water

  Come down at dawn from windless hills
  Into the valley of the lake,
  Where yet a larger quiet fills …

  John Drinkwater

• The Metal Checks

  [the scene is a bare room, with two shaded windows at the back, and a fireplace between them with a fire burning low. The room contains a few plain chairs, and a rough wooden table on which are piled many small wooden trays. THE COUNTER, who is Death, sits at the table. He wears a loose gray robe…

  Louise Driscoll

• La Rue de la Montagne Sainte-Genevieve

  I have seen an old street weeping—
  Narrow, dark, ascending;
  Water o’er the spires …

  Dorothy Dudley

• To One Unknown

  I have seen the proudest stars
  That wander on through space,
  Even the sun and moon, …

  Helen Dudley

• Diogenes

  a hut, and a tree,
  And a hill for me,
  And a piece of a weedy meadow. …

  Max Eastman

• In March

  On a soaked fence-post a little blue-backed bird,
  Opening her sweet throat, has stirred
  A million music-ripples in the air …

  Max Eastman

• At the Aquarium

  Serene the silver fishes glide,
  Stern-lipped, and pale, and wonder-eyed!
  As through the aged deeps of ocean, …

  Max Eastman

• Portrait of a Lady

  I
  among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
  You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do— …

  T.S. Eliot

• Among Shadows

  In halls of sleep you wandered by,
  This time so indistinguishably
  I cannot remember aught of it, …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• The Three Sisters

  Gone are the three, those sisters rare
  With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.
  One was wise and one was fair, …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• Portrait of an Old Woman

  She limps with halting painful pace,
  Stops, wavers, and creeps on again;
  Peers up with dim and questioning face …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• I am Weary of Being Bitter

  I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise,
  And the armor and the mask of these fall from me, after long.
  I would go where the islands sleep, or where the sea-dawns rise, …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• From "Sonnets of a Portrait Painter"

  I am in love with high far-seeing places
  That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm,
  In love with hours when from the circling faces …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• Like Him Whose Spirit

  Like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
  Still keeps the memory of one secret star
  That in the dusk of a remembered June …

  Arthur Davison Ficke

• Irradiations

  I
  over the roof-tops race the shadows of clouds:
  Like horses the shadows of clouds charge down the street. …

  John Gould Fletcher

• Arizona Poems - Mexican Quarter

  By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,
  And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,
  Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogs …

  John Gould Fletcher

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