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A Little Song of Life by Lizette Woodworth Reese

GLAD that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.




Day and Night by Rupert Brooke

Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng;
   And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise,
High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long
   Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,
   And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,
Bow to your benediction, go their way.
   And the grave jewelled courtier Memories
Worship and love and tend you, all the day.

But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying,
   When the high session of the day is ended,
And darkness comes; then, with the waning light,
   By lilied maidens on your way attended,
Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying,
   You, like a queen, pass out into the night.



Dreams by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.




We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.



The Best Friend by W.H. Davies

NOW shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.

Now what shall I --
Stay home or roam?
"Roam", Pleasure said;
And Joy -- "stay home."

Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
"Sit," answers Joy;
"Dance," Pleasure screams.

Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But Joy kissed me.




The Fallen Rose by Sir Edmund William Gosse

LIFE, like an overweighted shaken rose,
Falls, in a cloud of colour, to my feet;
Its petals strew my first November snows,
Too soon, too fleet!

'Twas my own breath had blown the leaves apart,
My own hot eyelids stirred them where they lay;
It was the tumult of my own bright heart
Broke them away.




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