Faith – by Frances Anne Kemble (Poem)

Poem 86 - 100 days of poetry

Better trust all and be deceiv’d,
And weep that trust, and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart that, if believ’d,
Had blessed one’s life with true believing.

Oh, in this mocking world, too fast
The doubting fiend o’ertakes our youth!
Better be cheated to the last
Than lose the blessèd hope of truth.

The White Birds – Poem by W. B. Yeats

Poem 85 - 100 days of poetry

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die. Continue reading "The White Birds – Poem by W. B. Yeats"

The House of Life: 22. Heart’s Haven – Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Poem 84 - 100 days of poetry

Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,—
With still tears showering and averted face,
Inexplicably fill'd with faint alarms:
And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,—
Against all ills the fortified strong place
And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.

And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.

To Be With You – Max Ehrmann – Poem

Poem 83 - 100 days of Poetry

To be with you this evening, rarest of the evenings all,
And listen to the whispering leaves and to the night bird s call,
The silvery moonlight on your face
To be with you in some still place. Continue reading "To Be With You – Max Ehrmann – Poem"

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 – William Wordsworth

Poem 82 - 100 days of poetry

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – S. T. Coleridge

Poem 81 - 100 days of poetry
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It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? Continue reading "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – S. T. Coleridge"

If — Rudyard Kipling — Poem

Poem 80 - 100 days of poetry

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: Continue reading "If — Rudyard Kipling — Poem"

The Enkindled Spring – D. H. Lawrence

Poem 79 - 100 days of poetry

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. Continue reading "The Enkindled Spring – D. H. Lawrence"

To His Coy Mistress – Poem – Andrew Marvell

Poem 78 - 100 days of poetry

Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Continue reading "To His Coy Mistress – Poem – Andrew Marvell"

I Am – John Clare

Poem 77 - 100 days of poetry

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost Continue reading "I Am – John Clare"