ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not...
Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk, ...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand...
Have but one God: thy knees were sore
If bent in prayer to three or four.
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine...
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, ...
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels; ...
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,...
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