May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Tulip Poems
The Days of Spring, by Hafez
The days of Spring are here! The eglantine,
T...
Ode IX, by Hafez
From the Divan Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass af...
Ode XXII, by Hafez
From the Divan The rose is not fair without th...
Ode XXVI, by Hafez
From the Divan The secret draught of wine and ...
Up at a Villa—Down in the City, by Robert Browning
(As distinguished by an Italian person of quali...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck, by Amy Lowell
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
Hora Stellatrix, by Amy Lowell
The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The s...
The Shadow, by Amy Lowell
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...
A Tulip Garden, by Amy Lowell
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,
Ma...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
Amsterdam, by Francis Jammes
THE pointed houses lean so you would swear
Tha...
The Infanta, by Albert Samain
MY soul is an Infanta robed in state,
Whose e...
The Bee, by C. B. Langston
Is it the beauty of the flower,
Its honeyed s...
How Bárbad lamented Khusrau Parwiz, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh Now list the lamentation of...
The Spring Bulbs' Advent, by Henry O'Meara
Now from their crysalis trance our bulb-loves p...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
The Dancer, by Saadi
From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...
Flora and Fauna Send Me Love Letters, by Skye Vaillancourt
She plucks petunias from her pupils,
watches...