A CAUTION TO POETS WHAT poets feel not, when they make The world, in its turn, will not take 1867. Matthew Arnold. THE SKY THE sky is a drinking-cup, We drink that wine all day, Till the last drop is drained up, And are lighted off to bed By the jewels in the cup! Richard Henry Stoddard. BIRDS BIRDS are singing round my window, And I hang my cage there daily, But I never catch a bird. So with thoughts 'my brain is peopled, Richard Henry Stoddard. "OUR SHARE OF NIGHT TO BEAR” OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards-day! 1890. Emily Dickinson. "HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM” 1896. HEART, we will forget him! You and I to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, Emily Dickinson. THE LAST WISH SINCE all that I can ever do for thee Is to do nothing, this my prayer must be: That thou may'st never guess nor ever see The all-endured this nothing-done costs me 1857. Earl of Lytton. THE STIRRUP-CUP DEATH, thou 'rt a cordial old and rare: David to thy distillage went, 1877. Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Sidney Lanier. 8 12 |