Eight Echoes From The Poems Of August Angellier (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
The river of dreams runs quietly down From its hidden home in the forest of sleep, With a measureless motion calm and ...
IAh, who will tell me, in these leaden days,Why the sweet Spring delays,And where she hides,-the dear desire Of every heart ...
The roar of the city is low, Muffled by new-fallen snow,And the sign of the wintry moon is small and round ...
Saints are God's flowers, fragrant souls That His own hand hath planted,Not in some far-off heavenly place, Or solitude enchanted,But here and ...
DEEP in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing;Blue is its cup as the sky, and ...
I will sing of the bounty of the big trees,They are the green tents of the Almighty,He hath set them ...
Many a tree is found in the woodAnd every tree for its use is good:Some for the strength of the ...
Afterthought of summer's bloom!Late arrival at the feast,Coming when the songs have ceasedAnd the merry guests departed,Leaving but an empty ...
Only a little shrivelled seed,It might be flower, or grass, or weed;Only a box of earth on the edgeOf a ...
0 who will walk a mile with meAlong life's merry way?A comrade blithe and full of glee,Who dares to laugh ...
You only promised me a single hour: But in that hour I journeyed through a year Of life: the joy of finding ...
What shall I give for thee, Thou Pearl of greatest price?For all the treasures I possess Would not suffice.I give my store ...
IN HER GARDEN OF YADDO Hours fly, Flowers die New days, New ways, Pass by. Love stays.________________________________________ Time isToo Slow for those who Wait,Too Swift for those ...
I"EIN FICHTENBAUM"A fir-tree standeth lonelyOn a barren northern height,Asleep, while winter coversHis rest with robes of white.In dreams, he sees ...
Flowers rejoice when night is done,Lift their heads to greet the sun;Sweetest looks and odours raise,In a silent hymn of ...
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
To Charles A. Young, Astronomer "Two things," the wise man said, "fill me with awe: The starry heavens and the ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
"The worlds in which we live are two The world 'I am' and the world 'I do.'" The worlds in ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; ...
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays. (Henry Van Dyke)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
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