ONCE more the gate behind me falls;Once more before my faceI see the moulder’d Abbey-walls,That stand within the chace.Beyond the lodge the city lies,Beneath its drift of smoke;And ah! with what delighted eyesI turn to yonder oak. For when my passion first began,Ere that, which in me burn’d,The love, that makes me thrice a man,Could …
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The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.Keep, ancient lands, your …
Vincent van Gogh and Lewis Carroll
A combination of Carroll’s famous poem at the Tea Party flying high in van Gogh’s Starry Night. Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, How I wonder where you’re at, Over rooftops, fields, and spires, Beneath the sky that never tires. Casting shadows, broad and deep, Over quiet towns asleep, Like a comet, you draw near, In the …
Caverns of the Wind
Silent are the caverns of the wind, But within them, a secret lies pinned Like Pandora’s box, locked up tight Holding within, a glimmer of light For in these tunnels, dreams did reside And hope for the future, they did provide But like Pandora’s box, they were lost Their secrets stolen, at a great cost …
The Tempest
In the skies above, a tempest swirls,Its winds, a cascade of power unfurled. Turbulence, a beast with might so true, Its roars, a symphony in shades of blue. The winds, the rain, the lightning’s bright gleam, A show of strength, a testament supreme. Turbulence, cascade, and acoustics play, A performance, unmatched, in skies so grey. …