GRAND IS SEENBy Walt WhitmanGrand is the seen, the light, to me—grand are the skyand stars,Grand is the earth,...

THE GREEN GRASS UNDER THE SNOWBy Annie A. PrestonTHE WORK of the sun is slow,But as sure as heaven, we know;So...

“HOPE” IS THE THING WITH FEATHERSBy Emily Dickinson“HOPE” is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul...

A FRIEND’S GREETINGBy Edgar GuestI’d like to be the sort of friend that you havebeen to me;I’d like to be t...

HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEEBy Isaac WattsHow doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour,And gather honey...

GREENBy D. H. LawrenceTHE dawn was apple-green,The sky was green wine held up in the sun,The moon was a golden...

FROM DEWY DREAMS, MY SOUL, ARISEBy James JoyceFrom dewy dreams, my soul, arise,From love’s deep slumber and from...

THE HUMBLE-BEEBy Ralph Waldo EmersonBurly, dozing humble-bee,Where thou art is clime for me.Let them sail for Port...

THE GIPSY GIRLBy Ralph Hodgson“COME, try your skill, kind gentlemen,A penny for three tries!”Some threw and lost...

HE AND SHEBy IronquillWhen I am dead you’ll find it hard,Said he,To ever find another manLike me.What makes you think, as I supposeYou do,I’d ever want another manLike you?