KUBLA KHAN BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: So twice five miles of fertile ground But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, It flung up momently the sacred river. The shadow of the dome of pleasure It was a miracle of rare device, A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. MORNING BY EMILY DICKINSON Will there really be a morning? Oh some scholar, oh some sailor, A CHILD'S SONG OVERHEARD I heard you singing, singing alone Where was the river? Who the king Whose deeds you were remembering? Why did you make his glory high Oh, this must be a land you knew And holds the river in his hand BUTTERCUPS BY WILFRID THORLEY There must be fairy miners. They take the shining metals, Sometimes they melt the flowers, |