The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
......
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
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A Conversation Poem, April, 1798
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,
But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.
O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.
A balmy night! and though the stars be dim,
......
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view
Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew,
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
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The sky does not rise with joy today.
Its light breaks like glass on the edge
of the earth,
shattered by your silence.
The clouds move slowly,
as if carrying the weight of a name
no longer spoken.
Birds forget the direction of flight.
Even the wind loses interest in dancing.
......
After Christina Rossetti
Read me a poem
sing me a song
daylight is fading
soon I'll be gone-
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A soap-bubble dream
flying out to the skies
Leaving a bitter sweet taste
a memory of beauty
and broken wings of hope.
Time and time again
falling and wavering
in the moments of silence
my dream's colors true and deep
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In the world of pain and pleasure
The cycle of fall and rise goes on;
Love and harmony are the treasure
The seed of humanity ever grows on.
Tears might be rolling and falling
Down the bleeding cheeks of the weak;
But smiles are the gleams of God
Sure to play on pious lips of the meek.
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Baskets of peaches
Ripe, juicy, luscious and warm
Tangerine sun goes
Summer left these gifts behind
Like blooms of my memory
Flamingos soon dance
Along the edges of dusk
Beautiful endings
Preserves and pies are waiting
......