May Night : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :

May Night : By Sara Teasdale ( 1884 – 1933 ) : The spring is fresh and fearlessAnd every leaf is new,The world is brimmed with moonlight,The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadowsI catch my breath and sing–My heart is fresh and fearlessAnd over-brimmed with spring. — Sara Teasdale “May Night”, AContinue reading “May Night : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”

On A Drop Of Dew : Andrew Marvell : : Emblematic Poem : :

On a Drop of DewBY ANDREW MARVELLSee how the orient dew,Shed from the bosom of the morn      Into the blowing roses,Yet careless of its mansion new,For the clear region where ’twas born      Round in itself incloses:   And in its little globe’s extent,Frames as it can its native element.   How it the purple flow’rContinue reading “On A Drop Of Dew : Andrew Marvell : : Emblematic Poem : :”

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