#AmericanWriters
I—Spring Allegro Wake! wake! Out of the snow and the mist, In rain-wet wind-blown gauze
Sweet Idleness, you linger at the… To lead me down through meadows co… Down to the brook, over whose pebb… The fishes, unafraid, Swim softly, careless of our airy…
To the California Sierra Club Come climb the mountain trails wit… Where pine-trees plume the sky, Where snowy peaks salute the sea When herald winds pass by.
Bluer than Helen’s eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skie… A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains th… White glaciers kiss her feet so fl…
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…
So light and soft the days fall’ Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers a… Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear,
He loved her and he was untrue’ Untrue he was, let loved her still… For out of nether darkness drew The winds that lashed his wanderin… She lived in joy all unaware,
You are a painter’listen’ I’ll paint you a picture too! Of the long white lights that glis… Through Michigan Avenue; With the red lights down the middl…
Art thou he?' The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…
Where bold Sierras cut the sky Mount Whitney, of the high most h… Halts the pale clouds that wander… We crept and climbed with eager fe… Until the world, fulfilled, comple…
I Love to sit in the sun And watch the foaming Lyell Leap over its granite bed. I love these days that run On a burnished golden dial
What has bent you, Warped and twisted you, Torn and crippled you? What has embittered you, O lonely tree?
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,
Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,