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• Incipit Vita Nova

  What time the earth takes on the garb of Spring,
  And new-born joy runs riot in the blood,
  When the year’s tide turns refluent to its flood, …

  William Morton Payne

• Ej Blot Til Lyst

  Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge
  The soul from baseness, from ignoble fear,
  And all the passions that make dim the clear …

  William Morton Payne

• Tannhauser

  Sin-satiate, and haggard with despair,
  Freed from the unholy mountain’s baleful spell,
  Forth coming from the very pit of Hell, …

  William Morton Payne

• Lohengrin

  Strain, strain thine eyes, this parting is for aye!
  Grief have her will of thee! Thy faith confessed
  To his unequal, he must go, the quest …

  William Morton Payne

• Song and Science

  Spirit of song, whose shining wings have borne
  Our souls of old to many a clear blue height,
  Comes there the day that leaves our world forlorn …

  Milicent Washburn Shinn

• When Almonds Bloom

  When almond buds unclose,
  Soft white and tender rose,—
  A swarm of white moth things, …

  Milicent Washburn Shinn

• Yosemite

  Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God’s life proceeding,
  Folded close in the seed, waking—O wonder of wonders—
  Waking with power as a spirit to clothe thee in leaves and in branches, …

  Milicent Washburn Shinn

• Tacita

  She roves through shadowy solitudes,
  Where scentless herbs and fragile flowers
  Pine in the gloom that ever broods …

  James Benjamin Kenyon

• Death and Night

  The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze;
  The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills;
  Faint is the music of the murmuring rills, …

  James Benjamin Kenyon

• Bring Them Not Back

  Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call
  Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again,
  Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain …

  James Benjamin Kenyon

• Come Slowly, Paradise

  O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
  Come not too suddenly,
  Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes …

  James Benjamin Kenyon

• The Human Plan

  Child, weary of thy baubles of to-day—
  Child with the golden or the silver hair—
  Say, how wouldst thou have built creation’s stair, …

  Charles Henry Crandall

• With Lilacs

  I beg the pardon of these flowers
  For bringing them to one whose hair
  Alone doth shame, beyond compare, …

  Charles Henry Crandall

• The Four Winds

  Wind of the North,
  Wind of the Norland snows,
  Wind of the winnowed skies, and sharp, clear stars,— …

  Charles Henry Luders

• 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 …

  Charles Henry Luders

• 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, …

  Charles Henry Luders

• 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; …

  Charles Henry Luders

• The Mountebanks

  Over our heads the branches made
  A canopy of woven shade.
  The birds about this beechen tent …

  Charles Henry Luders

• My Little Neighbor

  My little neighbor’s table ’s set,
  And slyly he comes down the tree,
  His feet firm in each tiny fret …

  Mary Augusta Mason

• Over Their Graves

  Over their graves rang once the bugle’s call,
  The searching shrapnel and the crashing ball;
  The shriek, the shock of battle, and the neigh …

  Henry Jerome Stockard

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