Wanderlieder (John Hay Poems)
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
John Hay Poems on People (5 Poems)
The Enchanted Shirt (John Hay Poems)
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
My Castle In Spain (John Hay Poems)
There was never a castle seen So fair as mine in Spain:It stands embowered in green, Crowning the gentle slopeOf a hill ...
The Sphinx Of The Tuileries (John Hay Poems)
Out of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty doorWhere the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavilion de Flore.Two Cockneys stood ...
The Prayer Of The Romans (John Hay Poems)
Not done, but near its ending, Is the work that our eyes desired;Not yet fulfilled, but near the goal,Is the hope ...