Poetry

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound [...]

Continue Reading WILLIAM WORDSWORTH – THE RAINBOW POEM

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And [...]

Continue Reading Clement C. Moore – A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS POEM

Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look– Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook– And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other’s hands and run Like laughing little children in the sun! Little brook, sing to me: Sing about a bumblebee That tumbled from a lily-bell [...]

Continue Reading JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY – THE BROOK-SONG POEM

Now he who knows old Christmas, He knows a carle of worth; For he is as good a fellow As any upon earth. He comes warm cloaked and coated, And buttoned up to the chin; And soon as he comes a-nigh the door We open and let him in. And with sprigs of holly and [...]

Continue Reading MARY HOWITT – OLD CHRISTMAS POEM

Dear little Violet, Don’t be afraid! Lift your blue eyes From the rock’s mossy shade! All the birds call for you Out of the sky: May is here, waiting, And here, too, am I. Why do you shiver so, Violet sweet? Soft is the meadow-grass Under my feet. Wrapped in your hood of green, Violet, [...]

Continue Reading Lucy Larcom – CALLING THE VIOLET POEM

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we’re afloat, Wary of the [...]

Continue Reading ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON – PIRATE STORY POEM

THE BABIE POEM. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, Nae stockin’ on her feet; Her supple ankles white as snaw, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress o’ sprinkled pink, Her double, dimplit chin, Her puckered lips, and baumy mou’, With na ane tooth within. Her een sae like her mither’s een, Twa gentle, [...]

Continue Reading JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN – THE BABIE POEM

The rosy clouds float overhead, The sun is going down, And now the sandman’s gentle tread Comes stealing through the town. “White sand, white sand,” he softly cries, And, as he shakes his hand, Straightway there lies on babies’ eyes His gift of shining sand. Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, As shuts [...]

Continue Reading Margaret Vandegrift – THE SANDMAN POEM