Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves:
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 't would win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 18441881

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Wandrers Nachtlied II by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln
Sprest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vgelein schweigen in Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.

Das Wasser by Christian Morgenstern

Ohne Wort, Ohne Wort
rinnt das Wasser immer fort;
andernfalls, andernfalls
sprch es doch ichts andres als:
Bier und Brot, Lieb und Treuund das ware auch nicht neu.
dieses zeigt, dieses zeigt
da das Wasser besser schweigt.

Remember, remember, the Dalek December

With Paris in ruins and London an ember
In times of the future when fears are abating
Dont try to forget them, the Daleks are waiting
Quietly planning and scheming and hating
by David Whittaker & Terry Nation (a spoof on another poem afaik)

Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun
Or fester like a sore-

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar overMaybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Wir lieben die Strme, die brausenden Wogen, der eiskalten Winde rauhes Gesicht. Wir sind schon
der Meere so viele gezogen und dennoch sank unsre Fahne nicht.
Refrain: Heio, heio, heio, heioheioheioho, heiho, heioho, heiho
Unser Schiff gleitet stolz durch die schumenden Wellen. Es strafft der Wind unsre Segel mit Macht.
Seht ihr hoch droben die Fahne sich wenden, die blutrote Fahne, ihr Seeleut habt acht!
Refrain: Heio, heio, heio.....
Wir treiben die Beute mit fliegenden Segeln, wir jagen sie weit auf das endlose Meer. Wir strzen auf
Deck und wir kmpfen wie Lwen, hei unser der Sieg, viel Feinde, viel Ehr!
Refrain: Heio, heio, heio.....
Ja, wir sind Piraten und fahren zu Meere und frchten nicht Tod und Teufel dazu! Wir lachen der
Feinde und aller Gefahren, im Grunde des Meeres erst finden wir Ruh!
Refrain: Heio, heio, heio.....