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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. -- AUTHOR: John McCrae was born on November 30, 1872 in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. He was a poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I, and a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres, in Belgium. -- ATTRIBUTION: John McCrae's portrait from William Notman and Son, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- The monotone of the rain is beautiful, And the sudden rise and slow relapse Of the long multitudinous rain. The sun on the hills is beautiful, Or a captured sunset sea-flung, Bannered with fire and gold. A face I know is beautiful— With fire and gold of sky and sea, And the peace of long warm rain. -- AUTHOR: Carl August Sandburg was born on January 6, 1878 in Galesburg, Illinois, United States. He was an American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes and during his lifetime, he was widely regarded as "a major figure in contemporary literature". -- ATTRIBUTION: Carl Sandburg's portrait from Al Ravenna, World Telegram staff photographer, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. -- AUTHOR: Christina Rossetti was born on December 5, 1830 in London, England. She was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. -- ATTRIBUTION: Christina Rossetti's portrait from Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more, Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. #newyear -- AUTHOR: Alfred Tennyson was born on 6 August 1809 in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England. He was a British poet and the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets. -- ATTRIBUTION: Alfred Tennyson's portrait from Julia Margaret Cameron, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow— Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas tree, Wonder upon wonder Will arrive to me! What we touch the hems of On a summer's day— What is only walking Just a bridge away— That which sings so—speaks so— When there's no one here— Will the frock I wept in Answer me to wear? #christmas -- AUTHOR: Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States. She was an American poet and is regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. -- ATTRIBUTION: Emily Dickinson's portrait from Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field. #snowflakes #longfellow -- AUTHOR: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born on February 27, 1807 in Portland, Maine, United States. He was an American poet and educator. -- ATTRIBUTION: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's portrait from Southworth & Hawes derivative work: Beao, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels fall before, The ox and ass and camel which adore. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But His mother only, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart. -- AUTHOR: Christina Rossetti was born on December 5, 1830 in London, England. She was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. -- ATTRIBUTION: Christina Rossetti's portrait from Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. -- AUTHOR: William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. He was an English Romantic poet who helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature. -- ATTRIBUTION: William Wordsworth's portrait from nach einem Gemälde von P.Krämer, herausgegeben von Friedrich Bruckmann Verlag München London, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and Chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity – -- AUTHOR: Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States. She was an American poet and is regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. -- ATTRIBUTION: Emily Dickinson's portrait from Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Do not love half lovers Do not entertain half friends Do not indulge in works of the half talented Do not live half a life and do not die a half death If you choose silence, then be silent When you speak, do so until you are finished Do not silence yourself to say something And do not speak to be silent If you accept, then express it bluntly Do not mask it If you refuse then be clear about it for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance Do not accept half a solution Do not believe half truths Do not dream half a dream Do not fantasize about half hopes Half a drink will not quench your thirst Half a meal will not satiate your hunger Half the way will get you no where Half an idea will bear you no results Your other half is not the one you love It is you in another time yet in the same space It is you when you are not Half a life is a life you didn't live, A word you have not said A smile you postponed A love you have not had A friendship you did not know To reach and not arrive Work and not work Attend only to be absent What makes you a stranger to them closest to you and they strangers to you The half is a mere moment of inability but you are able for you are not half a being You are a whole that exists to live a life not half a life -- AUTHOR: Kahlil Gibran was born on January 6, 1883 in Bsharri, Lebanon. He was a Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist. -- ATTRIBUTION: Kahlil Gibran's portrait from F. Holland Day, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- A smile because the nights are short! And every morning brings such pleasure Of sweet love-making, harmless sport: Love that makes and finds its treasure; Love, treasure without measure. A sigh because the days are long! Long, long these days that pass in sighing, A burden saddens every song: While time lags which should be flying, We live who would be dying. -- AUTHOR: Christina Rossetti was born on December 5, 1830 in London, England. She was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. -- ATTRIBUTION: Christina Rossetti's portrait from Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. -- AUTHOR: Alfred Tennyson was born on 6 August 1809 in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England. He was a British poet and the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets. -- ATTRIBUTION: Alfred Tennyson's portrait from Julia Margaret Cameron, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Water, is taught by thirst; Land, by the oceans passed; Transport, by throe; Peace, by its battles told; Love, by memorial mould; Birds, by the snow. -- AUTHOR: Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States. She was an American poet and is regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. -- ATTRIBUTION: Emily Dickinson's portrait from Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- No man is an island, Entire of itself; Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, As well as if a promontory were: As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. -- AUTHOR: John Donne was born on January 22, 1572 in London, England. He was an English poet, scholar, soldier and secretary born into a recusant family, who later became a cleric in the Church of England. -- ATTRIBUTION: John Donne's portrait from National Portrait Gallery, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter; The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. -- AUTHOR: William Morris was born on March 24, 1834 in Walthamstow, Essex, England. He was a British textile designer, poet, artist, novelist, translator and socialist activist associated with the British Arts and Crafts Movement. -- ATTRIBUTION: William Morris' portrait from Frederick Hollyer, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -- AUTHOR: William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. He was an English Romantic poet who helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature. -- ATTRIBUTION: William Wordsworth's portrait from nach einem Gemälde von P.Krämer, herausgegeben von Friedrich Bruckmann Verlag München London, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night. -- AUTHOR: Samuel Langhorne Clemens more popularly known by his pen name Mark Twain was born on November 30, 1835 in Florida, Missouri, United States. He was an American writer, humorist, entrepreneur, publisher, and lecturer. He was lauded as the "greatest humorist the United States has produced. -- ATTRIBUTION: Mark Twain's portrait from A.F. Bradley, New York, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Outside the rain upon the street, The sky all grim of hue, Inside, the music–painful sweet, And yet I heard but you. As is a thrilling violin, So is your voice to me, And still above the other strains, It sang in ecstasy. -- AUTHOR: Paul Laurence Dunbar was born on June 27, 1872 in Dayton, Ohio, United States to parents who had been enslaved in Kentucky before the American Civil War. He was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. -- ATTRIBUTION: Paul Laurence Dunbar's portrait from Kell, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we’ll go no more a roving By the light of the moon. -- AUTHOR: George Gordon Byron (aka Lord Byron) was born on January 22, 1788 in London, England. He was a poet, a politician and was one of the leading figures of the Romantic movement. -- ATTRIBUTION: Lord Byron's portrait from Daderot, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. -- AUTHOR: Christina Rossetti was born on December 5, 1830 in London, England. She was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. -- ATTRIBUTION: Christina Rossetti's portrait from Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. -- AUTHOR: Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819 in West Hills, New York, United States. He was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. -- ATTRIBUTION: Walt Whitman's portrait from Mathew Brady, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. -- AUTHOR: John Keats was born on October 31, 1795 in Moorgate, London, England. He was an English poet prominent in the second generation of Romantic poets. His poems were indifferently received by critics in his lifetime, but his fame grew rapidly after his death. -- ATTRIBUTION: John Keats's portrait from William Hilton, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. -- AUTHOR: Kahlil Gibran was born on January 6, 1883 in Bsharri, Lebanon. He was a Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist. -- ATTRIBUTION: Young Kahlil Gibran's portrait from Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -- AUTHOR: Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California, United States. He was an American poet known for his use of realistic depictions of rural life to examine social and philosophical themes. -- ATTRIBUTION: Robert Frost's portrait from Fabrice Dolegowski of https://www.lundeensculpture.com (use with permission) -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.

Visit eternalpoems.org for more... -- The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? -- AUTHOR: Percy Bysshe Shelley was born on December 4, 1792 in Horsham, Sussex, England. He was one of the major English Romantic Poets. A radical in his poetry as well as in his political and social views, Shelley did not achieve fame during his lifetime, but recognition of his achievements in poetry grew steadily following his death. -- ATTRIBUTION: Percy Bysshe Shelley's portrait from ESM, CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0), via Wikimedia Commons -- Subscribe to Eternal Poems for more inspiring, motivating, and relaxing classic poems; read by poet avatars, with ambient sounds. Eternal Poems creates its videos from the synergy of works in the public domain, modern media, computer animation, and artificial intelligence to bring the classic poems we love back to life and truly eternal.