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The Two Glasses

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.

Said the glass of wine to his paler brother,
"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For the proudest and grandest souls on earth

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Spontaneous Me

by Walt Whitman

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,

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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun

by Walt Whitman

GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;

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A Song Of Life

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,

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Change

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

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Blue Iris

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt

sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song

carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day

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A Late Development

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Bud
so rich
in promise
nature's baby
awaits the sunshine
and long days of colors
A kelly green world's sighing
so avid for the plums and pinks
in the middle of eternity
in the middle of glorious summer

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Flower of Christmas

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour

red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting

pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing

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Hope Yet to Come

by Lio K

hope yet to come
Blocks of pavement down the street,
lead me to that place so bleak;
One foot in front of the other,
This day is the same, just another.
Walk to school in silence,
Clouds gather round and twirl like daisies
I dont need their guidance

Rests on the pavement down the street,

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