Cadmus and
          Harmonia
          Cadmus and Harmonia
          Matthew Arnold
          Far, far from here,
          The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay
          Among the green Illyrian hills; and there
          The sunshine in the happy glens is fair,
          And by the sea, and in the brakes.
          The grass is cool, the sea-side air
          Buoyant and fresh…
          As virginal and sweet as ours.
          And there, they say, two bright and aged snakes,
          Who once were Cadmus and Harmonia,
          Bask in the glens or on the warm sea-shore,
          In breathless quiet, after all their ills.
          Nor do they see their country, nor the place
          Where the Sphinx lived among the frowning hills,
          Nor the unhappy palace of their race,
          Nor Thebes, nor the Ismenus, any more.
          
          Spring and Fall:
          To a Young Child
          Spring and Fall: to a Young Child
          Gerard Manley Hopkins
          
          Margaret, are you grieving
          Over Goldengrove unleaving?
          Leaves, like the things of man, you
          With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
          Ah! as the heart grows older
          It will come to such sights colder
          By and by, nor spare a sigh
          Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
          And yet you will weep and know why.
          Now no matter, child, the name:
          Sorrow's springs are the same.
          Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
          What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
          It is the blight man was born for,
          It is Margaret you mourn for.
          
          Sonnet from the
          Portuguese
          Sonnet from the Portuguese XIV
          Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
          
          If thou must love me, let it be for nought
          Except for love's sake only. Do not say
          "I love her for her smile--her look--her way
          Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
          That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
          A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
          For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
          Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so
          wrought,
          May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
          Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
          A creature might forget to weep, who bore
          Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
          But love me for love's sake, that evermore
          Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.