The Skaters

John Gould Fletcher

Black swallows swooping or gliding,

In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;

The skaters skim over the frozen river.

And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge

   upon the surface

Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of silver.

And you O my soul where you stand,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the

   spheres to connect them

- Walt Whitman

The ineffable mists of the sea clinging to their wild wings

- Katherine Mansfield

With a smile that is sad and tender

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

birds of peace and hope and love

- paul laurence dunbar

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune

- Langston Hughes

Creeping on, where time has been

- Charles Dickens

Under the bludgeonings of chance

- William Ernest Henley

In the fell clutch of circumstance

- William Ernest Henley

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

- William Blake

Anger as soon as fed is dead;

’T is starving makes it fat.

- Emily Dickinson

I shot the ALBATROSS.

- Coleridge

let dull failure be my vestiture

- oscar wilde

But surely it is something to have been

The best belovèd for a little while

- Oscar Wilde

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, and then forever!

- Robert Burns