Bagpipes of Spain, ye that can sing That which is sweetest to us in the Spring! You first sing of gladness and then sing of pain As deep and as bitter as the billowed main. Sing....

Meeting at Night    The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their...

She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when a sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease Sand its supporting cen...

O Captain！My Captain！ Walt Whitman   O Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather‘d every rack, the prize we sought is won,     Th...

I‘m going out to clean the pasture spring; I‘ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha‘n‘t be gone long.--You come too. I‘m going ...

I Hear America Singing   — Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear. Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The ca...

  Solitary Wayfarer     In the deep shadows of the rainy july ,with secret steps, Thou walkest,silent as night ,eluding all watchers. Today the morning has ...

Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others worry about small problems, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others complain about small loss...

Silent Noon   Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath ...

Lamp of Love Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart? Ah, death we...