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Posted: 13.5.2008 at 05:36

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Jayne

A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?.

Reply | 6/16/2008 7:01:41 PM

Jayne

....by A. Houghton Mills 1868

Reply | 6/9/2008 12:53:30 PM

Jayne

The Trysting Tree

Sweet is the bud of the new-born rose

When tipp'd with evening's dew,

Sweet is the balmy gale that flows

From summer skies so blue;

Sweet is the song of the warbling bird

As she springs from the sun-lit lea,

But far more sweet when lovers meet

Beneath the trysting tree.

Sweet is the song of the nightingale

As she warbles her vesper lay,

And the voice of the thrush in yonder dale

As she carols at close of day;

Sweet is the murmuring of the stream,

And the humming of the bee,

But nought so sweet as when lovers meet

Beneath the trysting tree.

When day at night's approach has fled,

And the moonbeams play around,

And the stream runs o'er its pebbled bed

With a soothing silvery sound;

When the gentle breezes woo the flowers,

And the heart is light and free,

Oh then how sweet one's love to meet

Beneath the trysting tree.

Reply | 6/9/2008 12:52:30 PM

Jayne

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star-- when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

William Wordsworth

Reply | 6/9/2008 2:28:04 AM

Jayne

HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

...Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

Reply | 6/6/2008 8:09:33 AM

Jayne

Blue and White by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)

Blue is Our Lady's colour,
...White is Our Lord's.
To-morrow I will wear a knot
...Of blue and white cords,
That you may see it, where you ride
...Among the flashing swords.

O banner, white and sunny blue,
...With prayer I wove thee!
For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue,
And both for him, so tender-true,
...Him that doth love me!

Reply | 6/6/2008 7:57:03 AM