Going to Heaven! by Emily Dickinson
Going to Heaven!
I dont know when – –
Pray don’t ask me how!
Certainly Im too astonished
To consider answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And but it will likely be finished
As certain as flocks go dwelling at night time
Unto the Shepherds arm!
Maybe youre going too!
Who is aware of?
For those who ought to get there first
Save just a bit house for me
Near the 2 I misplaced – –
The smallest “Gown” will match me
And only a little bit of “Crown” – –
For you already know we don’t thoughts our costume
After we are going dwelling – –
Im glad I dont imagine it
For it might cease my breath – –
And Id prefer to look slightly extra
At such a curious Earth!
Im glad they did imagine it
Whom I’ve by no means discovered
Because the may Autumn afternoon
I left them within the floor.
Loves Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven combine for ever
With a candy emotion;
Nothing on the earth is single,
All issues by a regulation divine
In a single spirit meet and mingle – Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss excessive Heaven
And the waves clasp each other;
No sister-flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the daylight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the ocean – What are all these kissings value
If thou kiss not me?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, thou hast introduced me many flowers
Plucked within the backyard, all of the summer season by way of
And winter, and it appeared as in the event that they grew
On this shut room, nor missed the solar and showers.
So, within the like title of that love of ours,
Take again these ideas which right here unfolded too,
And which on heat and chilly days I withdrew
From my hearts floor. Certainly, these beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; but heres eglantine,
Right here s ivy!-take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, and preserve them the place they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to maintain their colours true,
And inform thy soul their roots are left in mine.
Younger and Outdated by Charles Kingsley
When all of the world is younger, lad,
And all of the timber are inexperienced,
And each goose a swan, lad,
And each lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And around the world away,
Younger blood should hanve its course, lad,
And each canine his day
When all of the world is outdated, lad,
And the timber are brown;
And all the game is stale, lad,
And all of the wheels run down,
Creep dwelling, and take your home right here,
The speen and maimed amongst:
God grant you discover one face there,
You liked when all was younger
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