May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Moth Poems
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Ode XXIV, by Hafez
From the Divan Not one is filled with madness ...
Cruelty and Love, by D. H. Lawrence
What large, dark hands are those at the window...
Liaison, by D. H. Lawrence
A BIG bud of moon hangs out of the twilight,
...
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand, by Amy Lowell
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
Winter Dawn, by Evelyn Scott
Cloudy dawn flower unfolds;
Moon moth gyrates...
The Night of Sorrow, by Li Bai
A lovely woman rolls up
The delicate bamboo bl...
Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Summer Hours, by Albert Samain
I PROLONG our love's contents
With a pallid w...
A Study in Nature, by Allie Isabel Lucas
One sovereign holds indisputable sway!
Her lig...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
Modern Beauty, by Arthur Symons
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If...
Unseen, by Bee W. Hasler
In the blind darkness of unlit rooms
I was gro...
Against the Love of Beauty, by Bhartrhari
The moth unwitting rushes on the fire,
Throug...
Of Time the Destroyer, by Bhartrhari
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
What Should Life Be?, by C. B. Langston
Life should be a ship in motion,
Truth its co...
The Call, by Clinton Scollard
O'er violet-dotted height and king-cup hollow
...
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
Lightless, by Clinton Van Inman
Each year the light is less.
We can barely se...
The First Fire of the Season, by Edith Matilda Thomas
The first fire of the season warms my hearth:
...
The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
On the Eve of Sleep, by Edith Matilda Thomas
What is softer than two snowflakes meeting
In ...
Moths, by Eliza Allen Starr
An india shawl--of texture wondrous fair,
Wro...
Our Neighbor, by Eliza Allen Starr
Set it down gently at the altar rail
The faith...