There's no frigate like a book
to take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
of prancing poetry:
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
that bears the human soul.
~*~Emily Dickinson~*~
The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
and the white rose is a dove.
But i send you a cream-white rosebud,
with a flush on its petal tips;
For the loved that is the purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips.
~*~John Boyle O'Reilly~*~
all that i know
of a certain star
is, it can throw
(like an angled spar)
now a dart of red,
and a dart of blue;
till my friends have said
that they would fain see too,
my star that dartles the red and blue!
then it stops liek a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
they must solace themselves with the saturn above it.
what matter to me if their star is a world?
mine has opened its soul to me; therefore i love it.
~*~Robert Browning~*~
With what attentive courtesy he bent
over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquererwho could
command book wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.
~*~Frances Cornford~*~