#AmericanWriters
Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my fing… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…
The trees in the garden rained flo… Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some
God fashioned the ship of the worl… With the infinite skill of an All… Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment.
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets,
There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishme… All upon the head of her, And went away gaily.
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.
“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales,— “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver dee…
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
THOU art my love And thou art the peace of sundown When the blue shadows soothe And the grasses and the leaves sle… To the song of the little brooks
Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…
ONCE I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Ay, he was no bigger than my finge… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…
A MAN builded a bugle for the st… The focused winds hurled him afar. He said that the instrument was a… II When the suicide arrived at the sk…
There came whisperings in the wind… “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkne… “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms.
Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there