Representative Poetry Online
On this day: June 12th
Random Poem of the Day
1There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
2 And wayward vines go roaming,
3Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god
4 Is pale, in scented gloaming.
5And at sunset there comes a lady fair
6 Whose eyes are deep with yearning.
7By an old, old gate does the lady wait
8 Her own true love's returning.
9But the days go by, and the lilacs die,
10 And trembling birds seek cover;
11Yet the lady stands, with her long white hands
12 Held out to greet her lover.
13And it's there she'll stay till the shadowy day
14 A monument they grave her.
15She will always wait by the same old gate, --
16 The gate her true love gave her.