Poetry

“Awake, awake, my little boy! Thou wast thy mother’s only joy; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? O wake! thy father does thee keep.” –”O what land is the Land of Dreams? What are its mountains, and what are its streams? O father! I saw my mother there, Among the lilies by waters [...]

Continue Reading William Blake – THE LAND OF DREAMS POEM

“Will you walk into my parlor?” Said a spider to a fly; “‘Tis the prettiest little parlor That ever you did spy. The way into my parlor Is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things To show you when you’re there.” “O no, no,” said the little fly, “To ask me is [...]

Continue Reading MARY HOWITT – THE SPIDER AND THE FLY POEM

When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. Nobody heard him and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw, But he’s sure to be present, abroad [...]

Continue Reading ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON – THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE POEM

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased [...]

Continue Reading WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE – UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE POEM

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be! In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy [...]

Continue Reading WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE – SONG OF THE FAIRY POEM

O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night. For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above, While [...]

Continue Reading Phillips Brooks – O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM POEM

“You think I am dead,” The apple tree said, “Because I have never a leaf to show– Because I stoop, And my branches droop, And the dull gray mosses over me grow! But I’m still alive in trunk and shoot; The buds of next May I fold away– But I pity the withered grass at [...]

Continue Reading Edith M. Thomas – TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP POEM

The Camel’s hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo; But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo, We get the hump– Cameelious hump– The hump that is black and blue! We climb out [...]

Continue Reading Rudyard Kipling – THE CAMEL’S HUMP POEM