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• As Some Mysterious Wanderer of the Skies

  As some mysterious wanderer of the skies,
  Emerging from the deeps of outer dark,
  Traces for once in human ken the arc …

  Henry Jerome Stockard

• The Lamp

  Hast thou a lamp, a little lamp,
  Put in that hand of thine?
  And did He say, who gave it thee, …

  Sarah Pratt McLean Greene

• De Sheepfol'

  De massa ob de sheepfol’,
  Dat guards de sheepfol’ bin,
  Look out in de gloomerin’ meadows, …

  Sarah Pratt McLean Greene

• As I Came Down Mount Tamalpais

  As i came down Mount Tamalpais,
  To north the fair Sonoma Hills
  Lay like a trembling thread of blue …

  Clarence Urmy

• Blondel

  Within my heart I long have kept
  A little chamber cleanly swept,
  Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, …

  Clarence Urmy

• A Song's Worth

  I made a song for my dear love’s delight;
  I wrought with all sweet words my heart could lend
  To longing lips, and thrilled with joy to send …

  Susan Marr Spalding

• The Sea's Spell

  Beneath thy spell, O radiant summer sea,—
  Lulled by thy voice, rocked on thy shining breast,
  Fanned by thy soft breath, by thy touch caressed,— …

  Susan Marr Spalding

• The Unillumined Verge

  They tell you that Death ’s at the turn of the road,
  That under the shade of a cypress you ’ll find him,
  And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad …

  Robert Bridges

• James McCosh

  Young to the end through sympathy with youth,
  Gray man of learning,—champion of truth!
  Direct in rugged speech, alert in mind, …

  Robert Bridges

• En Garde, Messieurs

  En garde, Messieurs, too long have I endured,
  Too long with patience borne the world’s rebuff;
  Now he who shoulders me shall find me rough; …

  William Lindsey

• The Hundred-Yard Dash

  Give me a race that is run in a breath,
  Straight from the start to the “tape;”
  Distance hath charms, but a “Ding Dong” means death, …

  William Lindsey

• I Served in a Great Cause - Traubel

  I served in a great cause:
  Long had I doubted the call I heard, wantoning the seasons dead;
  The opportune days were deserts, the sunlight fell on a waste, …

  Horace L

• If All the Voices of Men - Traubel

  If all the voices of men called out warning you, and you could not join your voice with their voices,
  If all the faces of men were turned one way and you met them face to face, you going another,—
  You still must not be persuaded to capitulation; you will remember that the road runs east as well a…

  Horace L

• Epicedium - Traubel

  Like to the leaf that falls,
  Like to the rose that fades,
  Thou art—and still art not! …

  Horace L

• The Dead Moon

  we are ghost-ridden:
  Through the deep night
  Wanders a spirit, …

  Danske Dandridge

• The Spirit of the Fall

  Come, on thy swaying feet,
  Wild Spirit of the Fall!
  With wind-blown skirts, loose hair of russet-brown, …

  Danske Dandridge

• The Last Hunt

  Oh, it ’s twenty gallant gentlemen
  Rode out to hunt the deer,
  With mirth upon the silver horn …

  William Roscoe Thayer

• Man in Nature

  Climbing up the hillside beneath the summer stars
  I listen to the murmur of the drowsy ebbing sea;
  The newly-risen moon has loosed her silver zone …

  William Roscoe Thayer

• The Violin's Complaint

  Honest stradivari made men:
  With the gift of love he blest me;
  Once, delight, a master played me, …

  William Roscoe Thayer

• The Ride to the Lady

  “now since mine even is come at last,—
  For I have been the sport of steel,
  And hot life ebbeth from me fast, …

  Helen Gray Cone

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