#AmericanWriters
Art thou he?' The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
Pearl-gray is the sky, And high within it, sailing by, Three sea-gulls fly. Pearl-white are they Against the sky’s obscurer gray—
After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,
Grand Cañon of Arizona Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead.… Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus… Isis of Egypt. Unto each his hour… Yet thou, silent within thy temple…
While I walk the pavement sooty In the town, Tread the stony path of duty Up and down, Oh, the Kern, all clad in beauty—
The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…
WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…
I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale. I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale. Look where the rash wind chases
To W. S. M. Look at her’there she sits upon… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her’whew! her t… Will shake the earth! She’s proud…
I love my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
They went down to the sea in ships… In ships they went down to the sea… In boats hewn of oak-tree strips, In galleys with skin-sewn sails, In triremes, caravels, brigs—
GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve tha… The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-l… Flits from the flower. Grieve not,'it is the law. Love…
To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…