She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes"...
To My Wife - With A Copy Of My Poems by Oscar Wilde
"I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say"...
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon
"I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .
I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper". . .
Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking"...
Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott
"Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby"...