W. Blake: O rose, thou art sick

E. Dickinson: I dwell in Possibility

S.T.Eliot: Children’s voices in the orchard

J.Joyce: He who hath glory lost nor hath 

M.Moore: Under a splintered mast

Shelley: Music, when soft voices die

Wordsworth: A slumber did my spirit seal

Yeats: I made my song a coat

Yeats: In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli