Johann Goethe Erlk;nigWer reitet so sp;t durch Nacht und Wind?Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,Er fa;t ihn sicher, er h;lt ihn warm."Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesic...

John McCrae The Harvest of the Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves...

John Davidson SongTHE boat is chafing at our long delay,And we must leave too soonThe spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,The tawny sands, the moon.Keep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!Watch from thy pearly t...

The Pilgrims An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours; Some clustered graves where half our memories lie; And one grim Shad...