|Dear to My Heart|
I get so lost viewing the endless sparkling ocean.
The sunlit waves so soft and carefree
laying subtly on the fair surface.
A bridge that leads a perfect tulip
The warm surface of a stone as I feel it across my cheek.
|The Young British Soldier|
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
|The Road Not Taken|
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...
Can I fly Can I fly,
I wonder why they don’t want to see me fly,
My my my,
I wonder why,
all I get is evil eyes; it ain’t fair but It comes from the squares,
I look up the stairs fall to my knees and give a prayer,
My my my,
I wonder why...
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
What lovely aftermath
is painted in your dust.
You were led through the flaming
core of the earth,
through its stony shell,
webs of farewell in the transient...
|On the Just and the Unjust|
OUTCAST, a horror to his kind,
At night he to the forest fled.
There, the birch-bark made fire for him,
The brown fern made a bed.
The river murmured lullaby,
The moisty mosses breathed of balm,
The clean stars carried...
|Blanche Edith Baugh…|
Il dit non avec la tête
mais il dit oui avec le coeur
il dit oui à ce qu’il aime
il dit non au professeur
il est debout
on le questionne
et tous les problèmes sont posés
soudain le fou rire le prend
et il efface tout
les chiffres et les mots
|After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries...
|Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope|
Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
Once I walked around in sadness and defeat
Not knowing where any of lifes roads
Then I met Him at the foot of the cross
Knew then life could never be lost.
For in Him I found healing love.
Love so precious and free
He gave and gives to...
|Beverly laurel Brown|