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• A Song of the Wave

  This is the song of the wave! The mighty one!
  Child of the soul of silence, beating the air to sound.
  White as a live terror, as a drawn sword, …

  George Cabot Lodge

• A Song

  Sing me a sweet, low song of night
  Before the moon is risen,
  A song that tells of the stars’ delight …

  Hildegarde Hawthorne

• My Rose

  On a green slope, most fragrant with the spring,
  One sweet, fair day I planted a red rose,
  That grew, beneath my tender nourishing, …

  Hildegarde Hawthorne

• Wood-Song

  Love must be a fearsome thing
  That can bind a maid
  Glad of life as leaves in spring, …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• Sonnet in a Garden

  Dumb Mother of all music, let me rest
  On thy great heart while summer days pass by;
  While all the heat up-quivers, let me lie …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• A Changeling Grateful

  Here they give me greeting,
  House me warm within,
  Break their bread and share it …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• Caravans

  What bring ye me, O camels, across the southern desert,
  The wan and parching desert, pale beneath the dusk?
  Ye great slow-moving ones, faithful as care is faithful, …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• Rubric

  I ’ll not believe the dullard dark,
  Nor all the winds that weep,
  But I shall find the farthest dream …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• Isolation

  O Brother Planets, unto whom I cry,
  Know ye, in all the worlds, a gladder thing
  Than this glad life of ours, this wandering …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• After Music

  I Saw not they were strange, the ways I roam,
  Until the music called, and called me thence,
  And tears stirred in my heart as tears may come …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• A Far-Off Rose

  O Far-off rose of long ago,
  An hour of sweet, an hour of red,
  To live, to breathe, and then to go …

  Josephine Preston Peabody

• Kol Nidra

  LO! above the mournful chanting,
  Rise the fuller-sounded wailings
  Of the soul’s most solemn anthem. …

  Joseph Leiser

• The Banjo of the Past

  You ax about dat music made
  On banjos long ago,
  An’ wants to know why it ain’t played …

  Howard Weeden

• The Borrowed Child

  My chile? Lord, no, she ’s none o’ mine;
  She ’s des one I have tried
  To put in place of Anna Jane— …

  Howard Weeden

• The Cattle of His Hand

  All night long through the starlit air and the stillness,
  Through the cool wanness of dawn and the burning of noontide,
  Onward we strain with a mighty resounding of hoof-beats. …

  Wilbur Underwood

• To a Wild Rose Found in October

  Thou foolish blossom, all untimely blown!
  Poor jest of summer, come when woods are chill!
  Thy sister buds, in June’s warm redness grown, …

  Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

• A Good-By

  The Wakening bugles cut the night:
  “To horse! To horse! Away!”
  And thine the lips that bid me go, …

  Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

• The Deathless

  What charlatans in this later day
  Beat at the gates of Art!
  Each with his trick of speech or brush,— …

  Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

• The Dancer

  Skin creamy as the furled magnolia bud
  That stabs the dusky shadows of her hair;
  Great startled eyes, and sudden-pulsing blood …

  Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

• From "The House of a Hundred Lights"

  The Young LOVERS
  I SAW them kissing in the shade and knew the sum of all my lore:
  God gave them Youth, God gave them Love, and even God can give no more. …

  Frederic Ridgely Torrence

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