Some of my favorite poetry's:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Than took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh! I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how ways lead on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Virtue
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the roses gazer wipe his eye;
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days & roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shows ye have your closes
And all must die.
Only a aweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
