I never told the buried gold Upon the hill- that lies I saw the sun – his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize….
Tag: rhyming poem
My wheel is in the dark! by Emily Dickinson
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the…
Through lane it lay – through bramble -by Emily Dickinson
Through lane it lay – through bramble – Through clearing and through wood – Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The wolf came…
There is a Word by Emily Dickinson
There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But…
The feet of people walking home by Emily Dickinson
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go – The Crocus – till she rises The Vassal of the snow The lips at…
Frequently the woods are pink- by Emily Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…
I have a Bird in spring by Emily Dickinson
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing The spring decoys. And as the summer nears – And as the Rose appears,…
On this wondrous sea by Emily Dickinson
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar Where the storm is o’er? In the peaceful…
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” by Emily Dickinson
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vinci’ Oh caput cap-a-pie! And oh…
There is another sky, by Emily Dickinson
There is another sky, Even serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind…