who wrote this poem

[joannaingram84]

Can you guess who wrote this poem?
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something,
   nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.

[raven1114]

Shakespeare from Othello act 3 scene 3.

[joannaingram84]

The last poem was indeed written by Shakespeare. Here's today's poem.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" - The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the
   Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had
   blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

[joannaingram84]

The answer to July 10th's poem is Leigh Hunt. Here is today's poem.
Something called me -
I knew that the road
Had felt this morniing
Other feet;
And there they were
In the softened earth,
The prints of deer,
Pointed and neat.

One deer and the other,
Side by side,
Had stepped from the grass
White with hoarfrost;
Had passed like life
Across my path,
And again in the grass
Were forever lost.

But under the oak leaves,
Searching with care,
I found the smaller
Track of the fawn,
And knew that the three
Had waited there,
Staring acfross our fields
At dawn.