The Soldier by Rupert Brooke( 1887-1915) If I should die, think only this of me:That there some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England....

The FountainBy James Bussel Lowell Into the sunshine,Full of the light,Leaping and flashingFrom morn till night!Into the moonlight,White than snow,Wave so flower-likeWhen the winds blow!Into the starlight,Rushing in...

Jonathan BingBy Betrice Curtis BrownPoor old Jonathan BingWent out in his carriage to visit the King,But everyone pointed and said, "Look at that!Jonathan Bing has forgotten his hat!"(He'd forgotten his hat!)Poor old...

The River of Lifeby thomas campbellTHE MORE we live, more brief appearOur life's succeeding stages；A day to childhood seems a year,And years like passing ages....

A RED, RED ROSE By Robert Burns O my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune....

We Need to Feel MoreBy Susan Polis SchutzWe need to feel more to understand others We need to love more to be loved back We need to cry more to cleanse ourselves We need to laugh more to enjoy ourselvesWe need to...

Treesby Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a treeA tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breastA three that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to prayA...

The Coming OF Lightby Mark Strand Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm...