Poems

The Ships of Saint John Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, In […]

The Ships of Yule When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I called the […]

The Tent of Noon Behold, now, where the pageant of the high June Halts in the glowing noon! The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill; […]

The Vagabonds We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime And all the valleys […]

The Winter Scene I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare woods, or the […]

Threnody for a Poet Not in the ancient abbey, Nor in the city ground, Not in the lonely mountains, Nor in the blue profound, Lay him […]

Veni Creator I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who am dust and air […]

White Nassau There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other down; […]

Why FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The stir of the years Go […]

A few poems made by a friend on the deplored death of mr. john robinson, the wor Blessed Robinson hath run his race, From earth to […]