An Old Thought
Framed in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy,
Watching the embers from his grandsire’s knee:
One sees red castles rise, and laughs with joy;
The other marks them crumble, silently.
More poems by Charles Henry Luders
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Heart of Oak
Lean close and set thine ear against the bark;
Then tell me what faint, murmurous sounds are heard:
Hath not the oak stored up the song of bird, … -
The Four Winds
Wind of the North,
Wind of the Norland snows,
Wind of the winnowed skies, and sharp, clear stars,— … -
The Haunts of the Halcyon
To stand within a gently gliding boat,
Urged by a noiseless paddle at the stern,
Whipping the crystal mirror of the fern … -
The Mountebanks
Over our heads the branches made
A canopy of woven shade.
The birds about this beechen tent …