DPF / Hopkins

For Homecoming day & night, from Poem A Day, Volume 2. 

from Ashboughs / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep
The smouldering enormous winter welkin!


DPF / Emerson

For poetry, which sits on the shelves with feet dangling down, calling to us all year long, from poets.org.

from The Poet / by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The etymologist finds the deadest word to
have been once a brilliant picture. Language is
fossil poetry.

DPF / Carroll

For beaches, cabbages, and kings, from poets.org.

from The Walrus and Carpenter / by Lewis Carroll

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
‘If this were only cleared away,’
They said, ‘it would be grand!’

DPF / Shorter

For language and poor maidens and the last day of June, since I know how to count these things after all, from Sound the Deep Waters: Women’s Romantic Poetry in the Victorian Age. 

from The Mountain Maid / by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Half seated on a mossy crag,
      Half crouching in the heather;
I found a little Irish maid,
      All in June’s golden weather.