Here the white-ray’d anemone is born,Wood-sorrel, and the varnish’d buttercup;And primrose in its purfled...
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In the digital realm where verses unfold, PoemBay whispers tales untold.
I thought it was the little bedI slept in long ago;A straight white curtain...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore!Where the salt smell cheers the land;Where...
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods,And day by day the dead leaves...
A sunset’s mounded cloud;A diamond evening-star;Sad blue hills afar;Love in his shroud. Scarcely a...
Amy Margaret’s five years old,Amy Margaret’s hair is gold,Dearer twenty-thousand-foldThan gold, is Amy Margaret.“Amy”...
The vast and solemn company of cloudsAround the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,Cool into ashy...
O pale green sea,With long, pale, purple clouds above –What lies in me like...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born;Go where I may, I’ll think...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town,It has neither door nor window, the...