| '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 And Immortality. We slowly drove, He knew no haste, And I had put away My labour and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring. We passed the field of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, He passed us. The dews drew quivering and chill, For only Gossamer, my gown My tippet only Tulle. We paused before a House that seemed A swelling of the Ground. The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice in the ground. Since then, 'tis Centuries and yet, Feels shorter than the day. I first surmised the horses' head Were towards Eternity. (Emily Dickenson) 'Nothing Gold Can Stay' Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down today, Nothing gold can stay. (Robert Frost) 'How Do I Love Thee?' How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 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) |
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| I want to put some of my favourite poems in this section. I hope you people like these. |