The River Of Dreams (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
The river of dreams runs quietly down From its hidden home in the forest of sleep, With a measureless motion calm and ...
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 MOONBEAMS over Arno's vale in silver flood were pouring, When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. So passionate, ...
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,To the singing tides of heaven, and the light ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as ...
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