I dwell in Possibility – (466) BY EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – For Occupation – This – The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise –

Let It Be Known BY MARGARET BURROUGHS Let it be known to all, the story Of the glorious struggle of my people. Let it be known that black men and women Helped to build this our country. Let it be known that black men and women of the past In an effort to make this country What it ought to be, gave up their very last To make America, a real democracy A true homeland of the free. Let our leaders of today go back into the past And come fighting forth envigored with the spirit Of Turner, and Vesey, Douglass, Tubman [...]

Winter Walter de la Mare And the robin flew Into the air, the air, The white mist through; And small and rare The night-frost fell Into the calm and misty dell. And the dusk gathered low, And the silver moon and stars On the frozen snow Drew taper bars, Kindled winking fires In the hooded briers. And the sprawling Bear Growled deep in the sky; And Orion's hair Streamed sparkling by: But the North sighed low, "Snow, snow, more snow!"  

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” BY JOHN KEATS Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—          Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart,          Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task          Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask          Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,          Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,          Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her [...]