Poems

“When This Old World Was New” When this old world was new, Before the towns were made, Love was a shepherd too. Clear-eyed as flowers men […]

“You Bid Me Try” You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write A Rondeau. What! — forthwith? — tonight? Reflect. Some skill I have, ’tis true; But […]

A Dead Letter I DREW it from its china tomb;— It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That dust and days […]

A Familiar Epistle DEAR COSMOPOLITAN,—I know I should address you a Rondeau, Or else announce what I ’ve to say At least en Ballade fratriseé But […]

A Gage D’Amour CHARLES,—for it seems you wish to know,— You wonder what could scare me so, And why, in this long-locked bureau, With trembling fingers,— […]

A Garden Song HERE in this sequester’d close Bloom the hyacinth and rose, Here beside the modest stock Flaunts the flaring hollyhock; Here, without a pang, […]

A Pleasant Invective Against Printing The Press is too much with us, small and great: We are undone of chatter and on dit, Report, retort, rejoinder, […]

A Rondeau to Ethel “IN teacup-times”! The style of dress Would suit your beauty, I confess; BELINDA-like, the patch you ’d wear; I picture you with […]

A Song Of The Four Seasons When Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil,– Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, […]

Ars Victrix YES; when the ways oppose— When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows,— More potent far the spell. O Poet, then, forbear The […]