I Sing the Body Electric, by Walt Whitman
1 I sing the body electric,
The armies of t...
Iris Poems
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
Flapper, by D. H. Lawrence
LOVE has crept out of her sealé d heart
...
Behind a Wall, by Amy Lowell
I own a solace shut within my heart,
&...
In a Garden, by Amy Lowell
Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread...
Requiescat in Pace, by Clark Ashton Smith
White iris on thy bier,
With the white rose, ...
Extreme Unction, by Donald Evans
Across the rotting pads in the lily lake
Her g...
Oubliettes, by Donald Evans
I. IRIS It was better so
When you did not kno...
Ermione, by Albert Samain
THE tender sky was strown with roses pale..
Yo...
Eros, by Alcaeus
He sprang, of gods the mightiest god,
From Z...
Hymn to Delos, by Callimachus
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
The Mill on the Yare, by Clinton Scollard
One with legend and the past;
Every beam and ...
A Precocious Hyacinth, by Henry O'Meara
The classic conceit as to the origin of the Hya...
Music in Camp, by John Randolph Thompson
Two armies covered hill and plain,
Where Rap...
The Silent Pool, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Your smile is a heron, flying
Over waters coo...
A Vision of Atlantis, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
I stood upon the topmost crag of rock-ribbed Ta...