To Hope, By: John Keats

When by my solitary hearth I sit,

And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;

When no fair dreams before my mind’s eye flit,

And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;

Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

*

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,

 Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,

Should sad Despondency my musings fright,

And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,

Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,

And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

*

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,

 Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;

When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,

Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart

Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,

And fright him as the morning frightens night!

*

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear

 Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,

O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;

Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow

Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

*

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,

 From cruel parents, or relentless fair;

O let me think it is not quite in vain

To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!

Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

*

In the long vista of the years to roll,

 Let me not see our country’s honour fade

O let me see our land retain her soul,

Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.

From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed

Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

*

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,

 Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!

With the base purple of a court oppress’d,

Bowing her head, and ready to expire

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings

That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

*

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star

 Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;

Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,

Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,

Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head!

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Nurse No Long Grief, By: Mary Gilmore

Oh, could we weep,

And weeping bring relief!

But life asks more than tears

And falling leaf.

*

Though year by year

 Tears fall and leaves are shed,

Spring bids new sap arise,

And blood run red.

*

Nurse no long grief

 Lest the heart flower no more;

Grief builds no barns; its plough

Rusts at the door.

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Readers’ Poem: The Absurd, By: Ritwik Balo

“Aren’t we too small,

To realize that we are too small?

Too small to look and accept our frails,

That haunt us in our self made jails.

 *

Aren’t we too fake,

To realize that we are too fake?

Too fake to let us have real friends,

That will accompany us till life ends.

 *

Aren’t we too dumb,

To realize that we are too dumb?

Too dumb to comb the good from the bad,

That we do not have to cry and be sad.

 *

Aren’t we too mad,

To realize that we are too mad?

Too mad to know that we live in vain,

That cause us pain, again and again.

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Aren’t we too dead,

To realize that we are too dead?

Too dead to know we have a life,

That we can still feel alive.”

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As Once The Winged Energy, By: Rainer Maria Rilke

As once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

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Wonders happen if we can succeed

 in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

*

To work with Things in the indescribable

 relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

*

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

 until they span the chasm between two

contradictions…For the god

wants to know himself in you.

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