Flock of Nymphs

There in a meadow by the river's side A flock of nymphs I chancèd to espy, All lovely daughters of the flood thereby, With goodly greenish locks all loose untied As each had been a bride; -Edmund Spenser (c.1552-1599), Prothalamion

Glimpse of the Maiden

Like a high-born maiden         In a palace tower,     Soothing her love-laden         Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), To a Skylark

Visitor

And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! -Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Wakening Light

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, -Leigh Hunt (1784-1859), Abou Ben Adhem

Possibilities

I dwell in Possibilities-- A fairer House than Prose-- More numerous of Windows-- Superior -- for Doors. -Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, No. 657, 1862

Pillars

With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin. -John Milton (1608-1674), Paradise Lost

Gulf of Lights

Again she stretch'd, again she bent,     Nor knew the gulf between. -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes

Wheel of Fortune

Fortune, good night, smile once more; turn thy wheel! -William Shakespeare, King Lear II, 1605-1606