#AmericanWriters
Have you forgotten’you, the chie… The art-director, president, What not, of the establishment’ Forgot how for a moment brief The whole show, all our strife and…
I—Spring Allegro Wake! wake! Out of the snow and the mist, In rain-wet wind-blown gauze
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
What am I? I am Earth the mother… With all her nebulous memories; And the young Day, and Night her… And every god that was and is. As Eve I walked in paradise,
What a boom! boom! Sounds among the honeysuckles! Saying, 'Room! room! Hold your breath and mind your knu… And a fairy birdling bright
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…
Three crosses rose on Calvary aga… Each with its living burden, each… And all the ages watched there, an… One bore the God incarnate, revil… Who through the woe he suffered fo…
Look on the dead. Stately and pur… Under the white sheet’s marble fol… The solemn bier, the scented chamb… The sacred hush, the bowed heads o… The slow pomp, the majestical disg…
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,
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…
To Colonel Goethals and the Othe… In lazy laughing Panama’ O flutter of ribbon ‘twixt the sea… The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees…
There is a legend—you have read it… Of a fair page whom evil spells Held in deep sleep; and men of cre… Tried all in vain, the story tells… Week after week, by night and noon…
Oh, hero of our younger race! Great builder of a temple new! Ruler, who sought no lordly place! Warrior who sheathed the sword he… Lover of men, who saw afar
The patter of a baby’s feet Upon the floor, His babble at the door’ Ah, these are sounds too sweet, to… Blue sky, save me from tears!
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—