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• The Clock's Song

  Eileen of four,
  Eileen of smiles;
  Eileen of five, …

  Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

• Prayer

  if, when I kneel to pray,
  With eager lips I say:
  “Lord, give me all the things that I desire,— …

  Charles Francis Richardson

• A Conjecture

  I wonder, dear, if you had been
  The maiden queen’s pet maid of honor,
  A flower of that fair time wherein …

  Charles Francis Richardson

• The Man with the Hoe

  Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
  Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
  The emptiness of ages in his face, …

  Edwin Markham

• A Look into the Gulf

  I looked one night, and there Semiramis,
  With all her mourning doves about her head,
  Sat rocking on an ancient road of Hell, …

  Edwin Markham

• The Last Furrow

  The spirit OF EARTH with still, restoring hands,
  Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes,
  And mosses mantle and the bright flower opes; …

  Edwin Markham

• The Whirlwind Road

  The muses wrapped in mysteries of light
  Came in a rush of music on the night;
  And I was lifted wildly on quick wings, …

  Edwin Markham

• Joy of the Morning

  I hear you, little bird,
  Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
  Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all. …

  Edwin Markham

• England

  Thou art as a lone watcher on a rock,
  With Saxon hair back floating in the wind,
  Gazing where stranger ships, to doom consigned, …

  Richard Edwin Day

• To Shakespeare

  Thou, who didst lay all other bosoms bare,
  Impenetrable shade didst round thee throw;
  And of the ready tears thou makest flow, …

  Richard Edwin Day

• Maurice de Guerin

  The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes
  Anoint of Nature, fauns and dryads fair
  Unseen by others; to him maidenhair …

  Maurice Francis Egan

• He Made Us Free

  As flame streams upward, so my longing thought
  Flies up with Thee,
  Thou God and Saviour, who hast truly wrought …

  Maurice Francis Egan

• The Old Violin

  Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust,
  Like some great thought on a forgotten page;
  The soul of music cannot fade or rust,— …

  Maurice Francis Egan

• The Shamrock

  When april rains make flowers bloom
  And Johnny-jump-ups come to light,
  And clouds of color and perfume …

  Maurice Francis Egan

• Russia

  Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour
  Thy offspring, who by loving thee are curst?
  Why must they fear thee who would fain be first …

  Nathan Haskell Dole

• To an Imperilled Traveller

  Unflinching dante of a later day,
  Thou who hast wandered through the realms of pain
  And seen with aching breast and whirling brain …

  Nathan Haskell Dole

• A Russian Fantasy

  O’er the yellow crocus on the lawn
  Floats a light white butterfly.
  Breezes waft it! See, ’t is gone! …

  Nathan Haskell Dole

• An Angler's Wish

  I
  when tulips bloom in Union Square,
  And timid breaths of vernal air …

  Henry Van Dyke

• The Veery

  The moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring,
  When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.
  So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie; …

  Henry Van Dyke

• Roslin and Hawthornden

  Fair roslin Chapel, how divine
  The art that reared thy costly shrine!
  Thy carven columns must have grown …

  Henry Van Dyke

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