The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
Do Not Go Gentle
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary
I Wandered Lonely
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales
Hope Is The Thing
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul