Poems

Only a Matter of Time DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream, Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon Across your eager flow. So you shall […]

Our House IT should be yours, if I could build The quaint old dwelling I desire, With books and pictures bravely filled And chairs beside an […]

Reading Aloud ONCE we read Tennyson aloud In our great fireside chair; Between the lines my lips could touch Her April-scented hair. How very fond I […]

Six Weeks Old HE is so small he does not know The summer sun, the winter snow; The spring that ebbs and comes again, All this […]

Smells WHY is it that the poet tells So little of the sense of smell? These are the odors I love well: The smell of coffee […]

Song for a Little House I’M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I’m glad the hovering butterflies Feel free […]

Taking Title TO make this little house my very own Could not be done by law alone. Though covenant and deed convey Absolute fee, as lawyers […]

THE barren music of a word or phrase THE barren music of a word or phrase, The futile arts of syllable and stress, He sought. The […]

The Church of Unbent Knees AS I went by the church to-day I heard the organ cry; And goodly folk were on their knees, But I […]

The Commercial Traveler AH very sweet! If news should come to you Some afternoon while waiting for our eve, That the great Manager had made me […]