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About this book:

The Magical World of Poetry is an anthology of over one hundred ninety poetical works: some all-time favorites such as Annabel Lee, Paul Revere's Ride, and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock; as well as many lesser known gems.

The book contains poems by Geoffrey Chaucer, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Sara Teasdale, Edgar Guest, Eugene Field, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, T.S. Eliot, Robert Frost, Frances E. W. Harper, George Moses Horton, and many others.

The internet edition of this book can be read online here.

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The Magical World of Poetry was edited by
Mark James Wooding

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Notes on the text: I am not a scholar, and I make no pretense of this being a scholarly work. There are multiple versions of many of these poems, and as a general rule I tried to use the last printed version before the author's death. I don't claim to have done so in every case. With some of the older works I've left the archaic spelling, but not in every case. In the past what is now a "u" was written as "v", and "v" as "u" (which is probably why "w" is pronounced double "u" and not double "v"). I tried to avoid the older usages of "u" and "v". In a few works I used predominantly (but not necessarily exclusively) modern spelling. In most other works I left them as I found them. This may make them more difficult to read, but I found the diversity appealing. The decisions were largely subjective. I recommend that anyone who wants to try and research other versions begin with Google Books as a source. -MJW

Union Square

by  Sara Teasdale

With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a snowflake falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.

And on we walked and on we walked
Past the fiery lights of the picture shows —
Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
On the errand each man knows.

And on we walked and on we walked,
At the door at last we said good-bye;
I knew by his smile he had not heard
My heart's unuttered cry.

With the man I love who loves me not
I walked in the street-lamps' flare —
But oh, the girls who can ask for love
In the lights of Union Square.






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