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• Love Lyric

  Stir—
  shake off sleep.
  Your eyes are the soul of clear waters— …

  Max Michelson

• God's World - Vincent Millay

  O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
  Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
  Thy mists, that roll and rise! …

  Edna St

• Ashes of Life - Vincent Millay

  Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
  Eat I must, and sleep I will—and would that night were here!
  But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! …

  Edna St

• The Shroud - Vincent Millay

  Death, i say, my heart is bowed
  Unto thine, O mother!
  This red gown will make a shroud …

  Edna St

• Great City

  When i returned at sunset,
  The serving-maid was singing softly
  Under the dark stairs, and in the house …

  Harold Monro

• Youth in Arms

  Happy boy, happy boy,
  David the immortal-willed,
  Youth a thousand thousand times …

  Harold Monro

• The Strange Companion

  That strange companion came on shuffling feet,
  Passed me, then turned, and touched my arm.
  He said (and he was melancholy, …

  Harold Monro

• The Hotel

  The long resounding marble corridors, the shining parlors with. shining women in them.
  The French room, with its gilt and garlands under plump little tumbling painted Loves.
  The Turkish room, with its jumble of many carpets and its stiffly squared un-Turkish chairs. …

  Harriet Monroe

• The Turbine

  Look at her—there she sits upon her throne
  As ladylike and quiet as a nun!
  But if you cross her—whew! her thunderbolts …

  Harriet Monroe

• On the Porch

  As i lie roofed in, screened in,
  From the pattering rain,
  The summer rain— …

  Harriet Monroe

• The Wonder of It

  How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be!
  That the insensate rock dared dream of me,
  And take to bursting out and burgeoning— …

  Harriet Monroe

• The Inner Silence

  Noises that strive to tear
  Earth’s mantle soft of air
  And break upon the stillness where it dwells: …

  Harriet Monroe

• Love Song

  I love my life, but not too well
  To give it to thee like a flower,
  So it may pleasure thee to dwell …

  Harriet Monroe

• Pain

  She heard the children playing in the sun,
  And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees
  Sway like a film of silver in the breeze …

  Harriet Monroe

• The Water Ouzel

  Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!
  Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!
  Have you no fear of the roar and rush when Nevada plunges— …

  Harriet Monroe

• The Pine at Timber-Line

  What has bent you,
  Warped and twisted you,
  Torn and crippled you?— …

  Harriet Monroe

• Mountain Song

  I have not where to lay my head:
  Upon my breast no child shall lie;
  For me no marriage feast is spread: …

  Harriet Monroe

• Prayer for Pain - Neihardt

  I do not pray for peace nor ease,
  Nor truce from sorrow:
  No suppliant on servile knees …

  John G

• Envoi - Neihardt

  Oh, seek me not within a tomb—
  Thou shalt not find me in the clay!
  I pierce a little wall of gloom …

  John G

• The Poet

  Out of the deep and the dark,
  A sparkling mystery, a shape,
  Something perfect, …

  Yone Noguchi

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