The Moods by W. B. Yeats
The Moods by W. B. Yeats Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and
Every Day Poems
The Moods by W. B. Yeats Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and
Chinese Poet Among Barbarians by Louis Untermeyer The rain drives, drives endlessly, Heavy threads of rain; The wind beats at
Anticipation by Amy Lowell I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming.
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I
Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the
The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly’s legs, What can you
Upstream by Carl Sandburg The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on,
March by H. P. Lovecraft Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My
The Send-off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the