Harry Lyman Koopman

Poems (4)

• John Brown

  The sea-bound landsman, looking back to shore, / Now learns what land is highest:—not the ring …

• Revealed

  Now, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the secret of life. / Why, the very green of the grass in the fields with betrayal is rife! …

• Sea and Shore

  Our mother, loved of all thy sons / So dear, they die, not dying for thee; …

• The Satirist

  Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft / From straining palm to thrilling ear; …