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Poetry - Swallows Return

Poetry – Swallows Return

o spring thaw out my winter’s chill so cold I might be buried still beneath the snow long years I lay as one whose night strong arms had banished from the light to mute my song now wake me from oblivion bow down and lift me to the sun like earth to plow prepare for me some green retreat enough for summer to complete its ecstasy let autumn shake its leaves at me set laughter whirling from each tree and I forget then should my winter come at last when darkened shadows overcast the fields of men I’ll gladly say …

Poetry - Father And Mother Tongue

Poetry – Father And Mother Tongue

Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know Why we should call it Father Land? It is that Adam here below Was made of earth by Nature’s hand; And he our father, made of earth, Hath peopled earth on every hand; And we, in memory of his birth, Do call our country Father Land. At first, in Eden’s bowers, they say, No sound of speech had Adam caught, But whistled like a bird all day,— And maybe ’twas for want of thought: But Nature, with resistless laws, Made Adam soon surpass the birds; She gave him lovely Eve because If he’d …

Poetry - A Name in The Sand

Poetry – A Name in The Sand

Alone I walked the ocean strand; A pearly shell was in my hand: I stooped and wrote upon the sand My name—the year—the day. As onward from the spot I passed, One lingering look behind I cast; A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away. And so, methought, ’twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me: A wave of dark oblivion’s sea Will sweep across the place Where I have trod the sandy shore Of time, and been, to be no more, Of me—my day—the name I bore, To leave nor track nor trace. …

Poetry - The Children's Hour

Poetry – The Children’s Hour

I hear in the chamber above me      The patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened,      And voices soft and sweet. From my study, I see in the lamplight,      Descending the broad hall stair,Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,      And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence:      Yet I know by their merry eyesThey are plotting and planning together      To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway,      A sudden raid from the hall!By three doors left unguarded      They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret      O’er the arms and back of my chair;If I try to escape, they …

Poetry – A Hill Vagabond

Poetry – A Hill Vagabond

Snakin’ wood down the mount’ins, Fishin’ the little streams; Smokin’ my pipe in the twilight, An’ dreamin’ over old dreams; Breathin’ the breath o’ the cool snows, Sniffin’ the scent o’ the pine; Watchin’ the hurryin’ river, An’ hearin’ the coyotes whine. This is life in the mount’ins, Summer an’ winter an’ fall, Up to the rainy springtime, When the birds begin to call. Then I fix my rod and tackle, I read, I smoke an’ I sing. Glad like the birds to be livin’— Livin’ the life of a king! —Louise Paley

Poetry – Twilight

Twilight

Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call.Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star overall,Thereby the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end,Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend. I think of the friends who are dead, who were dear long ago in the past,Beautiful friends who are dead, though I know that death cannot last;Friends with the beautiful eyes that the dust has defiled,Beautiful souls who were gentle when I was a child. — John Masefield

Poetry - The Lost Ball

Poetry – The Lost Ball

Playing one day at the seaside, I was topping my balls on the tees, And the sand and the bent were littered with fragments of double D’s; Piffle supreme I was playing, and varying “slice” with “pull,” But I hit one ball a wallop like a kick of a Spanish bull. It whistled its way towards Heaven in a rocket’s magic flight; It canceled the crimson sunset like the shroud of a moonless night; It knocked the paint off a rainbow and scattered the stars like bees; And sped thro’ the stellar spaces as tho’ it would never cease. It …

Poetry - The World's Music

Poetry – The World’s Music

The world’s a very happy place, Where every child should dance and sing, And always have a smiling face, And never sulk for anything. I waken when the morning’s come, And feel the air and light alive With strange sweet music like the hum Of bees about their busy hive. The linnets play among the leaves At hide-and-seek, and chirp and sing; While, flashing to and from the eaves, The swallows twitter on the wing. The twigs that shake, and boughs that sway; And tall old trees you could not climb; And winds that come, but cannot stay, Are singing …

Poetry - The Truth

Poetry – The Truth

Friend, though thy soul should burn thee, yet be still. Thoughts were not meant for strife, nor tongues for swords. He that sees clear is gentlest of his words, And that’s not truth that hath the heart to kill. The whole world’s thought shall not one truth fulfil. Dull in our age, and passionate in youth, No mind of man hath found the perfect truth, Nor shalt thou find it; therefore, friend, be still. Watch and be still, nor hearken to the fool, The babbler of consistency and rule: Wisest is he, who, never quite secure, Changes his thoughts for …