The Need of Being Versed in Country Things, by Robert Frost
THE house had gone to bring again
To the midni...
Lilac Poems
Portrait of a Lady, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast committed--
Fornication: but that wa...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Exposition, by Walt Whitman
1 (Ah little recks the laborer,
How near hi...
These I Singing in Spring, by Walt Whitman
These I singing in spring collect for lovers,
...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman
1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
...
The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
Drunk, by D. H. Lawrence
Too far away, oh love, I know,
To save me f...
Episode in Grey, by Conrad Aiken
I So, to begin with, dust blows down the str...
Nocturne of Remembered Spring, by Conrad Aiken
I Moonlight silvers the ghostly tops of trees,...
White Nocturne, by Conrad Aiken
I The first soft snowflakes hovering down the ...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde, by Amy Lowell
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High over...
The Garden by Moonlight, by Amy Lowell
A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted...
The Weather-Cock Points South, by Amy Lowell
I put your leaves aside,
One by one:
The st...
Margaret, by Aleister Crowley
The moon spans Heaven's architrave;
Stars in ...
The Easter Flower, by Claude McKay
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
M...
In the Foliage, by Francis Jammes
As I stand in the foliage
...
Angels' Visits, by Anne S. Bushby
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, ...
With What Dull Drugs, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
With what dull drugs do I conspire to still
My...
Early Called, by Eliza Allen Starr
Do you remember how he lay
All through that gl...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Early May, by John Burroughs
The time that hints the coming leaf,
When bud...
October, by Louise Driscoll
When my hills stand ablaze with gold and red,
...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...