So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
The clouds had made a crimson crown,
Above the mountains high,
The stormy sun was going down,
In a stormy sky.
Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never be,
As if it had not been.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise
again and again.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
She walks in Beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
So soft, so calm,
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC