Poems

Young Sycamore I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter (where water is trickling) rises […]

Youth and Beauty I bought a dishmop– having no daughter– for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and made a tousled […]

Australasia Celestial poesy! whose genial sway Earth’s furthest habitable shores obey; Whose inspirations shed their sacred light, Far as the regions of the Arctic night, And […]

A Dead March PLAY me a march, low-ton’d and slow—a march for a silent tread, Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the […]

A Song Of The Seasons Sing a song of Spring-time, The world is going round, Blown by the south wind: Listen to its sound. “Gurgle” goes […]

On A Young Poetess’s Grave UNDER her gentle seeing, In her delicate little hand, They placed the Book of Being, To read and understand. The Book […]

Robert Buchanan ’T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot Lay in the Field of Blood; ’T was the soul of Judas Iscariot Beside the body stood. […]

Song WHO calls me bold because I won my love, And did not pine, And waste my life with secret pain, but strove To make him […]

Spring Song In The City WHO remains in London, In the streets with me, Now that Spring is blowing Warm winds from the sea; Now that […]

The Christ upon the Hill Part I. A couple old sat o’er the fire, And they were bent and gray; They burned the charcoal for their […]