THESE August nights, hushed but… Of fledglings, tremble with a stra… A sound too far for hearing, sulle… Shaking the earth. Even within the swaying veils of s…

RED, white, blue, the flag that l… Stripes as red as blood well shed… Now ’tis ours to storm the towers… Freedom’s sons who front the guns… Fly the flag from dome and steeple…

Honor and pity for the smitten fie… The valorous ranks mown down like… Whose want must famish love morn a… Till Death, the good physician, s… The craving and the tearspent eyel…

YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to th… Boyhood still in the voice that se… One shrill cry back from eternity. Perchance from the phosphorescent…

THESE palms weave shadows of del… But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more tha… In the forests of the North.

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!

I HEARD him preach in Oxford ye… A snowy-haired and tender-faced ap… I watched the beech against the wi… And listened to the throstle. And still a waving branch to memor…

SWEET are the manners of the woo… Our only old society, Where all the folk are glad and go… In unrebuked variety. Within this gentle commonweal

GOD made a day of blue and gold, Sweet as a violet, As merry as a marigold; It may be shining yet In some blest vale, some dreamy de…

[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…

Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants

WHEN the Millennium comes Only the kings will fight, While the princes beat the drums, And the queens in aprons white, Arnica bottle in hand,

At the crowded gangway they kissed… He had half a mind to scold her. An officer’s mother and not keep d… The epaulet on his shoulder. He had forgotten mother and fame,

WHAT sudden voice peals to the C… To Finland and the bitter Caspian… To those Siberian prisons whither… Shall seek as to a shrine, that mu… Divine word Liberty? Impetuous

The first faint dawn was flushing… When, dreamland still bewildering… I looked out to the oak that, wint… —a winter wild with war and woe an… Beyond my casement had been void o…