Is there a whim-inspired fool,Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,Let him draw near;And owre this grassy heap sing dool,And drap a tear. Is there a bard of rustic song,Who,…
A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient grass,And then hopped sidewise to the wallTo let a beetle pass. He glance…
A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost He halted in the wind, and — what was thatFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,And yet too ready to believe the most. “Oh, that’…
A Child’s Garden by Rudyard Kipling Now there is nothing wrong with meExcept — I think it’s called T.B.And that is why I have to layOut in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wideAnd cars go by on either si…
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it…
To you, my aunt, who would exploreThe literary Chankley Bore,The paths are hard, for you are notA literary HottentotBut just a kind and cultured dameWho knows not Eliot (to her shame).Fie on you, aunt, that you should…