ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree, ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
That expresseth but by fits
We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought,
And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought...
Harmonious Powers with Nature work
On sky, earth, river, lake, and sea:
Sunshine and storm, whirlwind and breeze ...
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light, ...
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest, ...
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires, ...
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