ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; ...
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— ...
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,...
Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,—
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing,...
There, Robert, you have kill'd that fly — ,
And should you thousand ages try
The life you've taken to supply,...
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed, ...
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown ...
The time I’ve lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light, that lies ...
Vainly my heart had with thy sorceries striven:
It had no refuge from thy love,—no Heaven
But in thy fatal presence;—from afar...
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, ...
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