Famous Poems I Enjoy
 
She Walks In Beauty
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:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron 
 

Dust of Snow  
by Robert Frost - 1923 

 The way a crow 
 Shook down on me 
The dust of snow 
From a hemlock tree 
Has given my heart 
A change of mood 
And saved some part 
Of a day I had rued.
When We Two Parted
 
When we two parted
In slience and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in it's shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well;
How long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
Lord Byron
 
 
 
Flower-gathering
 I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.
Frost, Robert. 1920.
 
 
Precious Stones
Emerald is as green as grass;
   A ruby red as blood;
Sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
   A flint lies in the mud.
Diamond is a brilliant stone,
   To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
  but flint holds fire.
   Christina Rosetti
The Garden 

These are the flowers which bloom for thee 
In a secret place ’twixt mind and soul 
In a garden kept by me. 
The laughter blooms~ 
The soft whitepetals of our tears~ 
The starry vivid blossoms of our ecstasy~ 
And giddy here the reeling stems 
All fashioned out from heady wines 
And in the quietplace where none may view 
The timid leaves Of secrets kept~ 
Ah, yes~ 
Each moment finds its counter here 
Where air is sweet And sped along the purer 
For the fragrance of our dreams~ 
These are the flowers which bloom for thee 
In asecret place ’Twixt mind and soul 
In a garden kept by me.
 

by: L. Ron Hubbard
 
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