THE DARKLING THRUSH by Thomas Hardy

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THE DARKLING THRUSH  by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate       When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate       The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky       Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh       Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be       The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy,       The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth       Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth       Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among       The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong       Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,       In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul       Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings       Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things       Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through       His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew       And I was unaware.

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER by Christina Rossetti

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER by Christina Rossetti In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels fall before, The ox and ass and camel which adore. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But His mother only, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

AN AUTUMN RAIN - SCENE - Poem by Thomas Hardy

AN AUTUMN RAIN - SCENE  Poem by Thomas Hardy There trudges one to a merry-making With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament Is another bent, On whom the rain comes down. One slowly drives his herd to the stall Ere ill befall, On whom the rain comes down. This bears his missives of life and death With quickening breath, On whom the rain comes down. One watches for signals of wreck or war From the hill afar, On whom the rain comes down. No care if he gain a shelter or none, Unhired moves on, On whom the rain comes down. And another knows nought of its chilling fall Upon him aat all, On whom the rain comes down. October 1904

THE OCEAN - by © B Gosling

THE OCEAN  by © B Gosling The waves trickle along my toes. The soft ocean sprays across my nose. The sand was compliant under my feet, Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. The salt water numbing against the skin. A shell drifted, caught in the tide, A tiny crab adrift inside. The water drifted up to my hips, A million kisses from the ocean's lips. A gentle caress from the deep blue, Though it would've been better if it was from you... The water enveloped around my waist. A thousand tiny fingers around me laced. The horizon calls, it beckons me Out towards it, across the sea.

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THE OCEAN - by © B Gosling

THE OCEAN  by © B Gosling The waves trickle along my toes. The soft ocean sprays across my nose. The sand was compliant under my feet, Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. The salt water numbing against the skin. A shell drifted, caught in the tide, A tiny crab adrift inside. The water drifted up to my hips, A million kisses from the ocean's lips. A gentle caress from the deep blue, Though it would've been better if it was from you... The water enveloped around my waist. A thousand tiny fingers around me laced. The horizon calls, it beckons me Out towards it, across the sea.

MY DEAREST LOVE - by © Sherri Brown

MY  DEAREST  LOVE  by © Sherri Brown I see you in my thoughts and dreams, When I awake, how real it seems. You aren't here to comfort me, But soon I hope you will be. No one truly knows or understands; You have my heart in your hands. My love is what you truly own. Come soon and make our house a home. Inside those walls you are doing your time, Not being here with me is your only true crime. Others in your life will come and go, But my love is true, and I'm sure you know. I may not be rich or the prettiest one, But I love you so much; you are my sun. You light up my life every time you call. When the time is up, I begin to fall. You are my stars, you are my moon, Being with you will come very soon. So when you sleep, take this to heart, No one or nothing will keep us apart.