Time (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
AN ODE. YES, tho' in gloom and sadness I may rise, One blessed strain can soothe my troubled soul, No sooner wakened than ...
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sandand at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,I planted ...
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
Oh, what a blessed interval A rainy day may be! No lightning flash nor tempest roar, But one incessant, steady pour Of dripping melody; When ...
Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with Angel-stepsThe path which reaches Heaven.Our young and gentle ...
Five old pear trees mourn on the west windBlowing in through the Golden GateWaiting now by a vanished missionWhere the ...
A CanticleOh come, ye daughters of Jerusalem!Come with your timbrels and your songs of joy,To hail the sparkling-footed morn, that ...
CANTICLE OF THE VIRGIN IN "SISTER BEATRICE"I hold, to every sin,To every soul that weeps,My hands with pardon filledOut of ...
Daughter of the ancient Eve,We know the gifts ye gave--and give.Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,Daughter of the ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked,As often before, the April fields till star-lightSilkened over with viewless ...
Second SeriesCanticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.Oh! thou, my Lord, ...
Singing morning has begun.Where the wooded ranges runTo far summits, there the snowLingers yet. But down belowIn the quiet, green-girt ...
Here is the freedom men die for,--die for but never know; Here is the peace they pray for shrined ...
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
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