I Need Not Go / Thomas Hardy

I need not go
Through sleet and snow
To where I know
She waits for me;
She will wait me there
Till I find it fair,
And have time to spare
From company.

When I've overgot
The world somewhat,
When things cost not
Such stress and strain,
Is soon enough
By cypress sough
To tell my Love
I am come again.

And if some day,
When none cries nay,
I still delay
To seek her side,
(Though ample measure
Of fitting leisure
Await my pleasure)
She will not chide.

What--not upbraid me
That I delayed me,
Nor ask what stayed me
So long? Ah, no! -
New cares may claim me,
New loves inflame me,
She will not blame me,
But suffer it so.

A Divine Image / William Blake

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Kubla Khan / Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

चेतना / मैथिलीशरण गुप्त

अरे भारत! उठ, आँखें खोल,
उड़कर यंत्रों से, खगोल में घूम रहा भूगोल!

अवसर तेरे लिए खड़ा है,
फिर भी तू चुपचाप पड़ा है।
तेरा कर्मक्षेत्र बड़ा है,
पल पल है अनमोल।
अरे भारत! उठ, आँखें खोल॥

बहुत हुआ अब क्या होना है,
रहा सहा भी क्या खोना है?
तेरी मिट्टी में सोना है,
तू अपने को तोल।
अरे भारत! उठ, आँखें खोल॥

दिखला कर भी अपनी माया,
अब तक जो न जगत ने पाया;
देकर वही भाव मन भाया,
जीवन की जय बोल।
अरे भारत! उठ, आँखें खोल॥

तेरी ऐसी वसुन्धरा है-
जिस पर स्वयं स्वर्ग उतरा है।
अब भी भावुक भाव भरा है,
उठे कर्म-कल्लोल।
अरे भारत! उठ, आँखें खोल॥

Advice To A Girl / Sara Teasdale

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

देह के मस्तूल / चंद्रसेन विराट

अंजुरी-जल में प्रणय की
अर्चना के फूल डूबे ।

ये अमलतासी अँधेरे,
और कचनारी उजेरे,
आयु के ऋतुरंग में सब
चाह के अनुकूल डूबे ।

स्पर्श ने संवाद बोले,
रक्त में तूफ़ान घोले,
कामना के ज्वार-जल में
देह के मस्तूल डूबे ।

भावना से बुद्धि मोहित-
हो गई प्रज्ञा तिरोहित,
चेतना के तरु-शिखर डूबे,
सुसंयम-मूल डूबे ।

A Crazed Girl / William Butler Yeats

That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'