Here are some....riddles by English poet John Cotton. (I guess they are riddles ^_^;)

riddle 1
Insubstantial I can fill lives,
Cathedrals, worlds.
I can haunt islands,
Raise passions
Or calm the madness of kings.
I've even fed the affectionate.
I can't be touched or seen,
But I can be noted.

riddle 2
We are a crystal zoo,
Wielders of fortunes,
The top of our professions
Like hard silver nails
Hammered into the dark
We make charts for mariners.

riddle 3
I reveal your secrets.
I am your morning enemy,
Though I give reassurance of presence
I can be magic,
or the judge in beauty contests.
Count Dracula has no use for me.
When you leave
I am left to my own reflections.