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"The Fawn" by Edna St Vincent Millay

A magical poem about the mythical creature of the Fawn and how the narrator of the poem meets it one day.

"Leisure" by W.H Davies

A poem about the beauty and nature and how very often our busy lives keep us from enjoying it. The poem is all about taking time to stand still for a moment, relax and enjoy the beauty around us.

"May Day" by Sara Teasdale

Instead of going on about typical May Day traditions, this poem celebrates spring and beauty and feelings of love.

"The Hippopotamus's Birthday" by E.V Rieu

I tried to read this out loud, me trying to pronounce "Hippopotamus" is embarrassing. Next one.

(I know that doesn't say anything about the quality of the poem, but I really don't have much of an opinion here.)

"The Emperor's Rhyme" by A.A Milne

And we're back to Milne. This poem is fun to read for all the rhymes it has. But why does it have to be Math? Anyways, it borders on nonsense, not as much as any Lewis Carroll poem, but close.

"The Tickle Rhyme" by Ian Serraillier

A cute little rhyme about a caterpillar learning to crawl. It's quite adorable.

"Child's Song in Spring" by Edith Nesbit

A sweet children's song about the coming of spring, especially how beautiful the trees look.

"Shakespeare" by Matthew Arnold

A Shakespeare fan's ode to Shakespeare! He mourns his death, celebrates his genius and praises art itself, all with a little bit of dramatic flair and in the form of a sonnet nevertheless. If Shakespeare could've sent fan mail to himself, that would've probably been it.

"from Henry VIII" by William Shakespeare

Another excerpt from a Shakespeare play. And hey, this time I have actually seen the play (in the Globe!), I just can't remember if they kept that part in. Anyways, the Orpheus myth is beautiful and tragic (listen to the Soundtrack of "Hadestown") and obviously Shakespeare finds the ideal words to describe the figure of Orpheus.

"from The Tempest" by William Shakespeare

An excerpt from Shakespeare's play The Tempest. I think it's cleverly chosen because it works without any context or knowledge of the play. Beautiful, yet somehow melancholic and somber.