~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~

April 17, 2004 | bentfeather, and poets of the Dragon Flies' Lair

[Soaring Feather]

At Last She Comes
by Robert Louis Stevenson

AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.

[Soaring Feather]

Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
by Robert Louis Stevenson

COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Or far from cities, brown and bare,
Play at the least in open air.
In all the tales men hear us tell
Still let the unfathomed ocean swell,
Or shallower forest sound abroad
Below the lonely stars of God;
In all, let something still be done,
Still in a corner shine the sun,
Slim-ankled maids be fleet of foot,
Nor man disown the rural flute.
Still let the hero from the start
In honest sweat and beats of heart
Push on along the untrodden road
For some inviolate abode.
Still, O beloved, let me hear
The great bell beating far and near-
The odd, unknown, enchanted gong
That on the road hales men along,
That from the mountain calls afar,
That lures a vessel from a star,
And with a still, aerial sound
Makes all the earth enchanted ground.
Love, and the love of life and act
Dance, live and sing through all our furrowed tract;
Till the great God enamoured gives
To him who reads, to him who lives,
That rare and fair romantic strain
That whoso hears must hear again.

[Darksheare]

Thunderstorm rolling in.
Gotta sign off or risk meltdown.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Darksheare. Okay stay safe.

[Darksheare]

Willdo.
Ooh flashy, close aboard.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Hi, Feathers :) Lovely poem! I think I have been there.

But Not To Me
Sarah Teasdale

The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Colonel. Thank You.

But Not To Me.... Lovely.

I have to get off the web, too, strong thunder storm brewing. See you when I can.

feathers

[Soaring Feather]

Storms brewing I am logging off for a bit.

feather

[SAMWolf]

Keep your head down. Stay Safe.

[Soaring Feather]

Okay Sam all is well. It was not so violent, but bad enough. Sun is out now. :-)

[SAMWolf]

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy Colonel!! What's up??

[Soaring Feather]

Anita Baker~You Bring Me Joy~

[Soaring Feather]

~Cher~Believe~

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Toot! Toot!



A peanut sat on a railroad track,

His heart was all a-flutter;

The five-fifteen came rushing by -

Toot! Toot! peanut butter!

Author Unknown

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Thanks Feather. One Cher song I can listen to over and over.

[Soaring Feather]

Toot Toot
Oh how cute!!
A peanut lays down
to become something
that goes on toast!

Good morning Sam!! LOL You must be in a fun mood today!! I'll get to the songs in a few. :-) Thanks for coffee, tunes, donuts and poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

I love it too!! Can you tell?? LOL