going - Popular Poems and stories from category

And as it's going often at love's breaking,
The ghost of first days came again to us,
The silver willow through window then stretched in,
The silver beauty of her gentle branches

"O where are you going
" said reader to rider, "That valley is fatal where furnaces burn, Yonder's the midden whose odours will madden, That gap is the grave where the tall return
" "O do you imagine," said ...

Between going and staying the day wavers,in love with its own transparency
The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks
All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can't be touched
Paper, book, pencil, gl...

The after-even
Ah, did I walk,  Indeed, in her or even
For nothing of me or around  But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul,  And in my soul its heaven

LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind,    That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,    To war and arms I fly

Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom

The boat ploughed on
Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead sun's last glimmer
Far and vast The Sausalito lights burned suddenly In little dots and clumps, as if a pen Had scrawled vague lines of gol...

Get up, get up for shame, the blooming
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn
See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree
Each flower has...

O
What are you doing,
And where are you going
Your ponies need shoeing

I would like to sing someone to sleep,have someone to sit by and be with
I would like to cradle you and softly sing,be your companion while you sleep or wake
I would like to be the only personin the house who knew: the night outside was ...

If to be absent were to
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone,
You or I were alone, - Then, my Lucasta, might I

Did you see them pass to-day,
Billy,
Kate and Robin,
All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin