ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight ...
Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain
The only constant in a world of change, ...
The wind may blow the snow about,
For all I care, says Jack,
And I don’t mind how cold it grows,...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head ...
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,...
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