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• Transfigured

  Almost afraid they led her in
  (A dwarf more piteous none could find):
  Withered as some weird leaf, and thin, …

  Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

• The Term of Death

  Between the falling leaf and rose-bud’s breath;
  The bird’s forsaken nest and her new song
  (And this is all the time there is for Death); …

  Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

• Envoy

  Sweet world, if you will hear me now:
  I may not own a sounding Lyre
  And wear my name upon my brow …

  Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

• On Lebanon

  Those days we spent on Lebanon,
  Held captive by the sieging snow—
  What bright things are forgot and gone, …

  David Gray

• Divided

  The half-world’s width divides us; where she sits
  Noonday has broadened o’er the prairied West;
  For me, beneath an alien sky, unblest, …

  David Gray

• The Cross of Gold

  The fifth from the north wall;
  Row innermost; and the pall
  Plain black—all black—except …

  David Gray

• Appreciation

  To the sea-shell’s spiral round
  ’T is your heart that brings the sound:
  The soft sea-murmurs that you hear …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• To Hafiz

  Though gifts like thine the fates gave not to me,
  One thing, O Hafiz, we both hold in fee—
  Nay, it holds us; for when the June wind blows …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan

  when the Sultan Shah-Zaman
  Goes to the city Ispahan,
  Even before he gets so far …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Palabras Carinosas

  Good-night! i have to say good-night
  To such a host of peerless things!
  Good-night unto the slender hand …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Heredity

  A soldier of the Cromwell stamp,
  With sword and psalm-book by his side,
  At home alike in church and camp: …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Identity

  Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space—
  In Twilight-land—in No-man’s-land—
  Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Unguarded Gates

  Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
  Named of the four winds, North, South, East, and West;
  Portals that lead to an enchanted land …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Guilielmus Rex

  The folk who lived in Shakespeare’s day
  And saw that gentle figure pass
  By London Bridge, his frequent way— …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Sargent's Portrait of Edwin Booth at "The Players"

  That face which no man ever saw
  And from his memory banished quite,
  With eyes in which are Hamlet ’s awe …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Tennyson

  Shakespeare and Milton—what third blazoned name
  Shall lips of after-ages link to these?
  His who, beside the wild encircling sea …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• A Shadow of the Night

  Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn
  In troubled dreams I went from land to land,
  Each seven-colored like the rainbow’s arc, …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Prescience

  The new moon hung in the sky,
  The sun was low in the west,
  And my betrothed and I …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Thalia

  I say it under the rose—
  Oh, thanks!—yes, under the laurel,
  We part lovers, not foes; …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• An Ode

  I
  not with slow, funereal sound
  Come we to this sacred ground; …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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