To F.W. (Edith Wyatt Poems)
You are my companion Down the silver road, Still and many-changing, Infinitely changing. You are my companion. ...
You are my companion Down the silver road, Still and many-changing, Infinitely changing. You are my companion. ...
I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.Oh, let ...
I would not be too wise--so very wise That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,And let the glare ...
I would not be too wise-so very wiseThat I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,And let the glare of ...
What is my lady like? thou fain wouldst know- A rosy chaplet of fresh apple bloom, Bound with ...
Shepherd divine, our wants relieve,In this our evil day;To all Thy tempted followers giveThe power to trust and pray.Long as ...
O Love, if those clear faithful eyes of thine Were ever turned away there then should be No heav'nly looks ...
A vase upon the mantelpiece, A ship upon the sea,A goat upon a mountain-top Are much the same ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to ...
Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below, And turned ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
"Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing-and what of it? Have you come with eyes afire to ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
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