PoetryThe Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A… By William Blake
PoetryThe Mother’s Hope Is there, when the winds are singing In the happy summer-time,— When the raptured air… By Samuel Laman Blanchard
PoetryIn the Moonlight “O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At… By Thomas Hardy
PoetryVain Hope Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, Though late it be, though lily-time be… By Ernest Dowson
PoetryThe Dark Hours of My Being I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I… By Rainer Maria Rilke
PoetryIf You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look… By Pablo Neruda
PoetryThis Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold… By John Keats
PoetrySo, What is Love, Then? Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips… Our silences, our words… Light that goes,… By Paul Eluard
PoetryMadness (For Sara Teasdale) The lonely farm, the crowded street, The palace and the slum, Give… By Joyce Kilmer
PoetryDirge of Love Come away, come away, death,And in sad cypres let me be laid;Fly away,… By William Shakespeare