Red Rose.

Oh Caroline dry your eyes,
You know how I hate good-bye`s,
One last kiss child, please be brave,
And put one red rose on my grave.........
Roxxgang.

Long May.

Long May.......Long May,
All covered with roses,
For some, winding sheets,
For others, wedding gowns.

Long May.......Long May,
You were short for me,
My happiness came with you,
It fled again with you.
Rossalia de Castro.

Autumn Valentine.

In May my heart was breaking -
oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.

And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
Dorothy Parker.

La Belle Dame sans Merci.

O, what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering,
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.....

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery`s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild....

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean and sing
A faery`s song....
John Keats.

The Rich Mrs Robinson.

Monday, washing day, was unfavourable also, with steam from the copper, draughts from the back garden where the clothes were hung, the smell of wet wool, and the all-prevading dampness. And our Mother, a little dishevelled for once, and red in the face, hurriedly serving boiled rice with pallid, crinkled, washerwoman`s hands.
Winifred Beechey.

As I walked out one Midsummer Morning.

There were purple evenings; juicy as grapes, the thin moon cutting a cloud like a knife; and dawns of quick sudden thunder.
Laurie Lee.

The forget me not blue of the sky and the lavender and damson etching of the bare woods sharpened as the sun went down.