Francis Howard Williams

  •   a bird in my bower
        Sat calling, a-calling;
    A bird answered low from the garden afar.
      His note came with power,
        While falling, a-falling,
    Her note quivered faint as the light of a star.
      “I am Life! I am Life!”
        From the...

  • Darkness and death? Nay, Pioneer, for thee
    The day of deeper vision has begun;
    There is no darkness for the central sun
    Nor any death for immortality.
    At last the song of all fair songs that be,
    At last the guerdon of a race well run,
    The...

  • My love too stately is to be but fair,
    Too fair she is for naught but stateliness;
    She bids me Nay, and yet a silent Yes
    Dwells in the dusk her shadowy eyelids wear.
    My Love’s step makes a music in the air,
    Touching the sense with a divine caress,
    ...