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Song of the Chattahoochee Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapi...

The World Is Too Much With Us By William Wordsworth             The world is too much with us; late and soon, ...

The Horses of the Sea By Christina Georgina Rossetti The horses of the sea Rear a foaming crest, But the horses of the land Serve us t...

Nature is what we see By Emily Dickinson "Nature" is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble be...

The Cloud By Percy Bysshe Shelley I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I be...

 Hide Myself Within My Flower   Poem by Emily Dickinson I HIDE myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You,...

River and Sea by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Under the light of the silver moon We two sat, when our hearts were young; The night w...

W aterfall I do not ask for youth, nor for delay in the rising of time's irreversible river that takes the jewelled arc of th...

Nobody Knows This Little Rose By Emily Dickinson Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways ...

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s whe...

Come slowly – Eden!      By Emily Dickinson             Come slowly – Eden! Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip ...

The Fairy Song by Louise May Alcott (1832 - 1888) The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one;...

As I Walked Out One Evening W. H. Auden , 1907 - 1973 As I walked out one evening,    Walking down Bristol Street...

  The Sound of the Sea by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly b...

Ecclesiastes 1:4-10 (NIV) 4  Generations come and generations go,      but the earth remains forever. 5  The sun rises and the ...

Song of Nature By Ralph Waldo Emerson   Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the ...

Ebb By Edna St. Vincent Millay                              I know what my heart is like Since y...

Mockingbird I n mirth he mocks the other birds at noon , Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day departs he sings of ...

The Day Is Done THE DAY is done and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night  As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his fl...

Sleeping In The Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full...

How I go to the Woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and t...

The Wood By Charlotte Bronte BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the b...

Wind On The Hill No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from some...

If I Could Tell You Time will say nothing but I told you so Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I wo...

The Whip-Poor-Will Do you remember, father,--     It seems so long ago,--   The day we fished together     Along the Pocono?   ...

Pastoral By Edna St. Vincent Millay If it were only still!— With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From...

Afternoon On A Hill  by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing    Under the sun! I will touch a hun...