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Going to Heaven! by Emily Dickinson Going to Heaven! I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherd's arm! Perhaps you're going too! Who knows? If you should get there first Save just a little space for me Close to the two I lost -- The smallest "Robe" will fit me And just a bit of "Crown" -- For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home -- I'm glad I don't believe it For it would stop my breath -- And I'd like to look a little more At such a curious Earth! I'm glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the might Autumn afternoon I left them in the ground. Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle - Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me? Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, Here 's ivy!-take them, as I used to do Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine. Young and Old by Charles Kingsley When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green, And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away, Young blood must hanve its course, lad, And every dog his day When all the world is old, lad, And the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down, Creep home, and take your place here, The speen and maimed among: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young Famous poems are in places all over the world. They can be found in books, on the internet and in many different other places. Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com Find famous poetry at UnitedWorldPoets.com. |
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