They fought south of the castle
they died north of the wall...

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare...

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO GET AWARDS SO WHOEVER U R...
THIS IS NOT A POEM BUT ITS A WAY I CAN GET TO KNOW...

Whose woods these are i think i know
his house is in the village though...

Alone in the night
On a dark hill...

So work the honey bees
creatures that by a rule in the nature teach...

Cobalt and umber and ultramarine, Ivory black and...
paint for me somebody utterly new...

I wrote a poem for young world one day
I cheaked it and re cheaked it and sent it away...

I hear a sudden cry of pain
There is a rabbit in a snare...

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother...

Sweet to the morning traveller
The song amid the sky...