The Toiling Of Felix (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
Henry Van Dyke Poems on Sleep (26 Poems)
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 ...
The Grand Canyon (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
DAYBREAKWhat makes the lingering Night so cling to thee?Thou vast, profound, primeval hiding-placeOf ancient secrets,-gray and ghostly gulfCleft in the green ...
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 ...
Ode To Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IIN EXCELSISTwo dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height,Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the realm of shadows,-fine,And far, and ...
The Ballad Of The Solemn Ass (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
Recited at the Century Club, New York: Twelfth Night. 1906Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times,You've ...
Little Boatie (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
A Slumber Song For The Fisherman's Child Furl your sail, my little boatie; Here's the haven, still and deep, Where the dreaming tides, ...
Rappelle-Toi (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
Remember, when the timid light Through the enchanted hall of dawn is gleaming;Remember, when the pensive night Beneath her silver-sprinkled veil walks ...
Three Prayers For Sleep And Waking (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IBEDTIMEEre thou sleepest gently layEvery troubled thought away:Put off worry and distressAs thou puttest off thy dress:Drop thy burden and ...
Moving Bells (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells, To lead the cattle forth. A ...
Twilight in the Alps (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
The Window (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The Oxford Thrushes (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
The Message (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour's little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and ...
The Foolish Fir-Tree (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
New Year’s Eve (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Light Between the Trees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
Lights Out (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Lights out" along the land, "Lights out" upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O'er peaceful towns ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Hide and Seek (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
Fire-Fly City (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
Autumn in the Garden (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
Dulcis Memoria (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...