Poems

A Dedication Take these rhymes into thy grace, Since they are of thy begetting, Lady, that dost make each place Where thou art a jewel’s setting. […]

A Mood A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness– Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness; A […]

A Petition To spring belongs the violet, and the blown Spice of the roses let the summer own. Grant me this favor, Muse–all else withhold– That […]

A Touch of Nature When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould, And folded green things in dim […]

Act V [MIDNIGHT.] First, two white arms that held him very close, And ever closer as he drew him back Reluctantly, the loose gold-colored hair A […]

After the Rain THE rain has ceased, and in my room The sunshine pours an airy flood; And on the church’s dizzy vane The ancient cross […]

Alec Yeaton’s Son GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned, And the white caps flecked the sea; “An’ I would to God,” […]

An Alpine Picture Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down! How many leagues away is yonder town […]

An Elective Course LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE The bloom that lies on Fanny’s cheek Is all my Latin, all my Greek; […]

Andromeda The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth, Beguile me not as in the olden days: I think […]