An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
By Bg Das5 years ago in Poets
"Oh tell me once and tell me twice And tell me thrice to make it plain, When we who part this weary day, When we who part shall meet again."
By Maiya Devi Dahal5 years ago in Poets
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundles firmament! That, swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent,
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground
It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will!
Lost! Lost! Lost! The cry went up from a sea -- The waves were wild with an awful wrath, Not a light shone down on the lone ship's path;
"Child of the Woods, bred in leafy dell, See the palace home in which I dwell, With its lofty walls and casements wide,
Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow:
Fade off the ridges, rosy light, Fade slowly from the last gray height, And leave no gloomy cloud to grieve The heart of this enchanted eve!
One bright star in the firmament, One wild rose in the dew, And a girl, like the sparkling two, Following the cows that went
If to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will of destiny must be fulfilid,
