Poetry

A Cradle Song By William Butler Yeats The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead...

A Boundless Moment By  Robert Lee Frost He halted in the wind, and — what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...

The Love Song of Har Dyal By  Rudyard Kipling Alone upon the housetops to the North I turn and watch the lightning in the sky —  The glamour...

Willow-Pipes By  Duncan Campbell Scott So in the shadow by the nimble flood He made her whistles of the willow wood, Flutes of one note with...

Lines Read at a Dairyman's Supper By  James McIntyre It almost now seems all in vain For to expect high price for grain, Wheat is grown ...

The Flood Tide By  Edwin John Dove Pratt He paused a moment by the sea,     Then stooped, and with a leisured hand He wrote in casual tracer...

Thamesford By  James McIntyre The middle branch of Thames doth flow O'er pebble bed and it doth glow And sparkle like silver in the sun,...