What are you making here? ‘Listen,’ said Pan, –
‘Out of a river-reed music for man! ‘
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To Charles A. Young, Astronomer
The starry heavens and the moral law.’Nay, add another wonder to thy roll, —The living marvel of the human soul!Born in the dust and cradled in the dark,It feels the fire of an immortal spark,And learns to read, with patient, searching eyes,The splendid secret of the unconscious skies.For God thought Light before He spoke the…
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Of pure philosophy and tranquil song;Born to behold the visions that belongTo those who dwell in melody and light;Milton, thou spirit delicate and bright!What drew thee down to join the Roundhead throngOf iron-sided warriors, rude and strong,Fighting for freedom in a world half night?Lover of Liberty at heart wast thou,Above all beauty bright, all music…
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest,
For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyreTo some unearthly music, and possessedWith painful passionate longing to investThe golden dream of Love’s immortal fireIn mortal robes of beautiful attire,And fold perfection to thy throbbing breast!What wonder, Shelley, if the restless waveShould claim thee and the leaping flame consumeThy drifted form on Viareggio’s beach?Fate to thy body…
‘Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kingsBut now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!My heart is turning home again and there I long to be,In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,Where the air is full of sunlight…
FEBRUARY, 1917
The Oxford thrushes singing clear,Amid the February rain,Their sweet, indomitable strain.A wintry vapor lightly spreadsAmong the trees, and round the bedsWhere daffodil and jonquil sleep,Only the snowdrop wakes to weep.It is not springtime yet. Alas,What dark, tempestuous days must pass,Till England’s trial by battle cease,And summer comes again with peace.The lofty halls, the tranquil towers,Where…
Give us a name to fill the mind
The glory of learning, the joy of art, —A name that tells of a splendid partIn the long, long toil and the strenuous fightOf the human race to win its wayFrom the feudal darkness into the dayOf Freedom, Brotherhood, Equal Right, —A name like a star, a name of light.I give you France!Give us a…