Behold the sky with early stars ashine,A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine.Like a dumb poet’s soul the troubled seaMoans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly;But the glad winds that utter naught of griefMake silver speech by headland and by reef.Saving for such there is no voice or callTo mar the gracious silence over allSilence…
Spring harps glad laughter through us, and ministrant rains of the autumnSing us again the songs of ancient dolor and tears.The glory of sunrise smites on our fair, free brows upliftedWhen the silver-kirtled day steps over the twilight’s bars;At evening we look adown into valleys hearted with sunset,And we whisper old lore together under the…
And this it is — that, since the world began,And Adam first did say,”Twas Eve led me astray,’A woman hath more patience than a man.If a man’s obliged to waitFor some one who’s rather late,No mortal ever got in such a stew,And if something can’t be foundThat he’s sure should be around,The listening air sometimes…
The poppies aflame with gold and redWere the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.The purple pansies with dew-drops pearledWere the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.The lily, white as a star apart,Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart.The daisies that dance and twinkle soWere the laughter of children in long ago.The…
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,As you lie close, close in my hungry hold…Your hair like a miser’s dream of gold,And the white rose of your face far fairer,Finer, and rarerThan all the flowers in the young year’s keeping;Over lips half parted your low breath creepingIs sweeter than violets in April…
Must have spoken to them of NazarethWords not freighted with life and death,Piercing through soul and heart like swords.But gracious greeting and grateful phrase,The simple speechThat plain folk utter each to each.Ere over him too darkly layThe prophet shadow of Calvary,I think he talked in very truthWith the innocent gayety of youth,Laughing upon some festal…
I would share widely, Life,In all thy joy and strife,Would sound thy deeps and reach thy highest passion,With thy delight and with thy suffering rife.Whether I bide with thee in cot or palace,I would drink deeply, Life, of thy great chalice,Even to its bitter leesYea, shrinking not from these,Since out of bitterness come strength and…
I saw a lover kiss his lassNew-won beneath the evening star.O, wind! what saw you in the WestOf passing sweet that wooed your stay?I saw a mother kneeling byThe cradle where her first-born lay.O, wind! what saw you in the NorthThat you shall dream of evermore?I saw a maiden keeping trystUpon a gray and haunted…
Of spirit and of passion born;In words as lucent as the mornHe prisoned it, and now it gleamsA jewel shining through the ages.
Snowflakes flutter where the redBanners of the poppies spread,And the drifts are wide and deepWhere the lilies fell asleep.But the sunsets o’er it throwFlame-like splendor, lucent glow,And the moonshine makes it gleamLike a wonderland of dream,And the sharp winds all the dayPipe and whistle shrilly gay.Safe beneath the snowdrifts lieRainbow buds of by-and-by;In the long,…
