THROUGH winter-time we call on spring,And through the spring on summer call,And when abounding hedges ringDeclare that winter’s best of all;And after that there s nothing goodBecause the spring-time has not come –Nor know that what disturbs our bloodIs but its longing for the tomb. – The Wheel by William Butler Yeats

Three Virgins at the break of day:`Whither, young man, whither awayAlas for woe! alas for woe!’They cry, and tears for ever flow.The one was cloth’d in flames of fire,The other cloth’d in iron wire,The other cloth’d in tears and sighsDazzling bright before my eyes.They bore a Net of golden twineTo hang upon the branches fine.Pitying ...

Sleep is supposed to be,By souls of sanity,The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grandDown which on either handThe hosts of witness stand! Morn is supposed to be,By people of degree,The breaking of the day. Morning has not occurred!That shall aurora beEast of eternity; One with the banner gay,One in the red array, ...

London by William Blake I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear: How the ...

Auguries of Innocence by William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves & ...

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;–on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long ...

Lamb, The by William Blake Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? ...

After Apple Picking by Robert Lee Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on ...

Once by the Pacific by Robert Lee Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. ...

Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, ...