Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain's purple crest,
And Summer's white and folded clouds
Are glowing in the west,
Loud shouts come up the rocky dell,
And voices hail the evening-bell.

Faint is the goatherd's song,
And sighing comes the breeze;
The silent river sweeps along
Amid its bending trees -
And the full moon shines faintly there,
And music fills the evening air.

Beneath the waving firs
The tinkling cymbals sound;
And as the wind the foliage stirs,
I see the dancers bound
Where the green branches, arched above,
Bend over this fair scene of love.

And he is there, that sought
My young heart long ago!
But he has left me - though I thought
He ne'er could leave me so.
Ah! lover's vows - how frail are they!
And his - were made but yesterday.

Why comes he not? I call
In tears upon him yet;

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for Jane

is to be one to the one
closest to you
who shares the air
& other elements
right there next to you

two bodies wrapped in darkness
among millions of other bodies

...

There you go again, with that gentle smile
that makes me want to run a thousand miles.
How can I tell you your eyes make me uneasy?
I'm too afraid you'll see how much you make me feel crazy.

Why do you have to look at me that way?
Don't you know that it makes my heart sway?
Are you really clueless about how I feel about you?
Or are you doing that to make me fall even more for you?


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When they were come into Faery's Court
They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
And dance and kiss and love as faerys do
For Faries be as human lovers true --
Amid the woods they were so lone and wild
Where even the Robin feels himself exil'd
And where the very books as if affraid
Hurry along to some less magic shade.
'No one at home'! the fretful princess cry'd
'And all for nothing such a dre[a]ry ride
And all for nothing my new diamond cross
No one to see my persian feathers toss
No one to see my Ape, my Dwarf, my Fool
Or how I pace my Otaheitan mule.
Ape, Dwarf and Fool why stand you gaping there
Burst the door open, quick -- or I declare
I'll switch you soundly and in pieces tear.'
The Dwarf began to tremble and the Ape
Star'd at the Fool, the Fool was all agape
The Princess grasp'd her switch but just in time
The Dwarf with piteous face began to rhyme.
'O mighty Princess did you ne'er hear tell
What your poor servants know but too too well
Know you the three great crimes in faery land
The first alas! poor Dwarf I understand
I made a whipstock of a faery's wand
The next is snoring in their company
The next the last the direst of the three
Is making free when they are not at home.
I was a Prince -- a baby prince -- my doom

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wind water earth sky - all things remain the same
for our Lord in heaven above we are but a game

He tests us at every step if we fail
not He but we're ourselves to blame

all day the devotees throng His shrine
chanting His name spreading His fame

desires they've sown for ages in their hearts

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The path that never learned to drown—
even when floodwaters broke their bounds and came.
That path is your own heart;
and those wild waters are my love.
For what is soaked may fear the drying air,
but love fears only the silence of divide.

The wind is heedless—
it touches what is impure, yet stays untouched.
Love enters blind;

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TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered,
A country justice quite confused appeared,
By them the facts were rendered so obscure
With which the truth remained he was not sure.
At length, completely tired, two straws he sought
Of diff'rent lengths, and to the parties brought.
These in his hand he held:--the plaintiff drew
(So fate decreed) the shortest of the two.
On this the other homeward took his way,
To boast how nicely he had gained the day.

THE bench complained: the magistrate replied
Don't blame I pray--'tis nothing new I've tried;
Courts often judge at hazard in the law,
Without deciding by the longest straw.
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Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.

Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?


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Seen it all, heartless betrayal and rejection
Never felt quite this bored, overwhelmed with emotions
I am still red, never seemed to lose my bloom
My roots were plucked off but found their way back home
Who am l?

Brutal, hot summers, and cold winters came and passed
I lost it all, strength is the only thing l grasped
Why is it so cruel, why am l red, still, and not dead
I am a mess deep down but that ain't the case with my head

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