ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
The day has pass’d in storms, though not unmix’d
With transitory calm. The western clouds,
Dissolving slow, unveil the glorious sun,...
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody ...
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air...
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;...
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