Welcome to anyone new to Souvenirs who's wandered here!
Our poets for this week are Percy Shelley and Carl Sandburg. So bring your favorite Shelley and Sandburg to read -- or brush up on some to recite.
We're also going to try something new this semester: We're choosing a specific poem for discussion from one of our poets. Here's this week's poem, Shelley's "Invocation":
RARELY, rarely, comest thou, | |
Spirit of Delight! | |
Wherefore hast thou left me now | |
Many a day and night? | |
Many a weary night and day | 5 |
'Tis since thou art fled away. | |
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How shall ever one like me | |
Win thee back again? | |
With the joyous and the free | |
Thou wilt scoff at pain. | 10 |
Spirit false! thou hast forgot | |
All but those who need thee not. | |
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As a lizard with the shade | |
Of a trembling leaf, | |
Thou with sorrow art dismay'd; | 15 |
Even the sighs of grief | |
Reproach thee, that thou art not near, | |
And reproach thou wilt not hear. | |
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Let me set my mournful ditty | |
To a merry measure; | 20 |
Thou wilt never come for pity, | |
Thou wilt come for pleasure: | |
Pity then will cut away | |
Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. | |
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I love all that thou lovest, | 25 |
Spirit of Delight! | |
The fresh earth in new leaves drest | |
And the starry night; | |
Autumn evening, and the morn | |
When the golden mists are born. | 30 |
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I love snow, and all the forms | |
Of the radiant frost; | |
I love waves, and winds, and storms, | |
Everything almost | |
Which is Nature's, and may be | 35 |
Untainted by man's misery. | |
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I love tranquil solitude, | |
And such society | |
As is quiet, wise, and good; | |
Between thee and me | 40 |
What diff'rence? but thou dost possess | |
The things I seek, not love them less. | |
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I love Love—though he has wings, | |
And like light can flee, | |
But above all other things, | 45 |
Spirit, I love thee— | |
Thou art love and life! O come! | |
Make once more my heart thy home! |
- Joanna
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