Classic poem of the day
Oh ! tell me not the woods are fair,
Now Spring is on her way;
Well, well I know how brightly there
In joy the young leaves play;
How sweet on winds of morn or eve
The violet's breath may be; —
Yet ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea.
The wild wave's thunder on the shore,
The curlew's restless cries,
Unto my watching heart are more
Than all earth's melodies.
Come back, my ocean rover! come!
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Member poem of the day
Run dear, run, far from here, run My little fawn, your friend is gone Lured in, was my innocent one strayed away, was my arrogant one they still lay in wait, with their deceptive bait Run dear, run, far from here, run Looking into the hunter's eye, I made a plea for my little one, With a wicked smile,he let the arrow fly For me despair, for him fun Run dear, run, far from here, run Sorrow got me, then,the next arrow Run dear, run, far from here, run