"The Valley of Unrest"
By: Edgar Allan Poe
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley of restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chilling seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those cluds are driven
Taht rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn til even,
Over the violets that there lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lillies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: - from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: - from off their delicate stems
Perenial tears descend in gems.
"High Flight"
By: John Gillespie Magee
Oh, I have slipped the surely bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
I've topped the wind-swepted heights with easy grace,
Where never lark or even eagle flew;
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod.
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of god.
"Night"
By: Lois Weakley McKay
My kitten walks on velvet feet,
And makes no sound at all;
And in the doorway nightly sits,
To watch the darkness fall,
I think he loves the lady night,
And feels akin to her
Whose footsteps are as still as his,
Whos touch, as soft as fur
"Good Night"
By: Rose Fyleman
The rabbits play no more,
The little brids are weary,
The buttercups are folded up-
Good night, good night, my dearie
The children in the country,
The children in the city,
Go to their beds with nodding heads-
Good night, good night, my pretty
"Irony"
By: James O'Barr
The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter
The hours become heavier and weighted
And the shadows smile, dark and wild
This is when hope and desire collapse,
The arc of the dream descends into despair,
When innocent lovers dance like angels on fire
This is when the night comes down,
A hammer on an anvil
And the only absolution accepted,
Is a legacy of brutality
A single note rings on and on and on
"Despair"
By: James O'Barr
Here dwells a snake,
One thousand miles long
Coiled, one thousand miles deep
Eyes like candy
Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet
Out of sight or in the element of light
It could be a devil, it could be and angel
With spiders inside a vision from hell
Its spine is a vertical scream
Slow as concrete