Titles and Poets of Poetry

• Words to Jupiter (from Holst's "The Planets"):

  And there's another Country
  I've heard of long ago,
  Most Dear to them that Love her,
  most Great to them that Know.

  We may not count her Armies.
  We may not see her King.
  Her Fortress is a faithful Heart;
  her Pride is Suffering.
  And Soul by Soul and silently,
  her shining Bounds increase
  And her ways are ways of Gentleness
  and all her paths are Peace!

  We may not count her Armies.
  We may not see her King.
  Her Fortress is a faithful Heart;
  her Pride is Suffering.
  And Soul by Soul and silently,
  her shining Bounds increase
  And her ways are ways of Gentleness
  and all her paths are Peace!

• A Red, Red Rose

  O My Luve's like a red, red rose,
  

  That's newly sprung in June;
  O My Luve's like the melodie
  
  That's sweetly played in tune.

  As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  

  So deep in luve am I;
  And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  
  Till a' the seas gang dry.

  Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
  

  And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
  O I will love thee still, my dear,
  
  While the sands o' life shall run.

  And fare thee weel, my only luve,
  

  And fare thee weel awhile!
  And I will come again, my luve,
  
  Though it were ten thousand mile.

  -Robert Burns

  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 every day's
  Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
  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 (1806-1861)

  I'm Always Chasing Rainbows
  At the end of the rainbow there's happiness
  and to find it how often I've tried
  but my life is a race, just a wild goose chase
  and my dreams have all been denied!

  Why have I always been a failure?
  What can the reason be?
  I wonder if the world's to blame?
  I wonder if it could be me?

  I'm always chasing rainbows
  watching clouds drifting by!
  My schemes are just like all of my dreams
  ending in the sky!

  Some fellows look and find the sunshine
  I always look and find the rain!
  Some fellows make a winning sometime
  I never even make a gain!

  Believe me . . .

  I'm always chasing rainbows
  waiting to find a little blue bird in vain!

  - Chopin's Fantasie Impromptu

  Heart! We will forget him!
  You and I - tonight!
  You may forget the warmth he gave-
  I will forget the light!

  When you have done, pray tell me
  That I may straight begin!
  Haste! lest while you're lagging
  I remember him!

  - Emily Dickinson

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