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MY favourite authors:

Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Sarojini Naidu

MY favourite poems:

Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


In The Noontide Quiet

So fickle are the little winds
One may not say they blow;
The balanced leaves, they tremble, wait,
Not sure which way to go.

So fare my fancies.
Fluttering soft,
As out of sleep they start;
The while they think to drift away
They die upon my heart.

1900

John Vance Cheney (1848-1922)

John Keats

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.