Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 51

Then finish the last song and let usleave.Forget this night when the night isno more.Whom do I try to clasp in myarms? Dreams can never be made captive.My eager hands press emptiness tomy heart and it bruises my brea...

Wilfred Owen – Asleep

Under his helmet, up against his pack, After so many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping, Death took him by the heart. There heaved a quaking Of the aborted life within him leaping, Then chest and...

George Gordon Byron – Stanzas for Music

There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: And the midnight...

Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 41

I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but Idare not, for fear you should laugh.That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you; but Idare not,...

George Gordon Byron – Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,Round their white summits though elements war;Though cataracts...