Poems

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,The coast of France, the coast of France how near!Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood.I shrunk; for verily the barrier floodWas like a lake, or river bright and fair,A span of waters; yet what power is there!What mightiness for evil and for good!Even so doth God protect us if we beVirtuous … [Read more...] about Near Dover, September 1802, By: William Wordsworth

Let us driveLet the distant bright light be our navigation Windows downBreeze my doubts away Volume upI will sing my heart awayThey called us foolsYet they're not freeBondage in their own shackles In our stepsLet us hurry as though angels are waiting Take me to where the light shines the brightestAnd let me play with clay till I am worn out and tired As I … [Read more...] about Nothing Is Missing, By: Samuel Okereke

My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety. … [Read more...] about My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold, By: William Wordsworth

The mimic conforms,turning around,doing an about face.He changes colors,while pretending to besomething he isn't. … [Read more...] about The Mimic, By: Mary Bone

From low to high doth dissolution climb,And sink from high to low, along a scaleOf awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;A musical but melancholy chime,Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bearThe longest date do melt like frosty rime,That in the morning whitened hill and plainAnd is no … [Read more...] about Mutability, By: William Wordsworth