Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
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The Night Before Christmas
4 Comments CherryPie on Dec 24th 2013
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At the Going Down of the Sun…
…and in the morning, we will remember them.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we [...]
6 Comments CherryPie on Nov 11th 2013
A Light Exists in Spring
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the [...]
4 Comments CherryPie on Mar 15th 2013
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Wayside Flowers
by William Allingham
Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then [...]
12 Comments CherryPie on Aug 9th 2011
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Spell of Creation
by Kathleen Raine
Within the flower there lies a seed,
Within the seed there springs a tree,
Within the tree there spreads a wood.
In the wood there burns a fire,
And in the fire there melts a stone,
Within the stone a ring of iron.
Within the ring there lies an O
Within the O there looks an eye,
In the eye there [...]
12 Comments CherryPie on Jun 15th 2011
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The Song of the Bluebell Fairy
My hundred thousand bells of blue,
The splendour of the spring,
They carpet all the woods anew
With royalty of sapphire hue;
The Primrose is the Queen ’tis true
But surely I am King.
Ah yes,
The peerless woodland King.
Cicely Mary Parker
10 Comments CherryPie on May 12th 2011
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The Mermaid
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
WHO would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
II.
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
“Who is [...]
10 Comments CherryPie on Apr 2nd 2011
