Poems

At a Reading THE spare professor, grave and bald, Began his paper. It was called, I think, “A Brief Historic Glance At Russia, Germany, and France.” […]

At Bay Ridge, Long Island Pleasant it is to lie amid the grass Under these shady locusts, half the day, Watching the ships reflected on the […]

At Stratford-Upon-Avon Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read The words): Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbeare (Poor ghost!) To digg the dust […]

At the Funeral of a Minor Poet [One of the Bearers Soliloquizes:] . . . Room in your heart for him, O Mother Earth, Who loved […]

Batuschka [Author’s Note: The title means “little father” or “dear little father”, a term of endearment applied to the Tsar in Russian folk-song. –T.B.A.] From yonder […]

Before the Rain E knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into […]

Books and Seasons Because the sky is blue; because blithe May Masks in the wren’s note and the lilac’s hue; Because — in fine, because the […]

By the Potomac The soft new grass is creeping o’er the graves By the Potomac; and the crisp ground-flower Tilts its blue cup to catch the […]

Corydon A PASTORAL SCENE: A roadside in Arcady SHEPHERD. Good sir, have you seen pass this way A mischief straight from market-day? You’d know her at […]

Echo Song I Who can say where Echo dwells? In some mountain-cave, methinks, Where the white owl sits and blinks; Or in deep sequestered dells, Where […]