We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
'Sentio Cor Meum - In Omne Tempus'
(from Beloved - Kay Irvin)
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- Teachers -
I fell in love with poetry as a child.
It's never left me.
It never will.
- A Dream Within A Dream -
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~ Edgar Allan Poe
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Robert Frost
- She Walks in Beauty -
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
~ Lord Byron
- Song in Ella -
Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing,
To the nightmares as they go.
~ Thomas Chatterton
- Romeo and Juliet - [Act 3, Scene 2] -
Give me my Romeo.
And when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
~ William Shakespeare
- Because I could not stop for Death -
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
~ Emily Dickinson
- Hymn to the Night -
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
~ Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
- Desire -
Where true Love burns
Desire is Love’s pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- How Do I Love Thee? -
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- November Night -
Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
~ Adelaide Crapsey
- The Tyger -
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
~ William Blake