Joseph Russell Taylor

  • The Veery-Thrush

    Blow softly, thrush, upon the hush
    That makes the least leaf loud,
    Blow, wild of heart, remote, apart
    From all the vocal crowd,
    Apart, remote, a spirit note
    That dances meltingly afloat,
    Blow faintly, thrush!
    And blind the green-hid...

  • The Flute

      PUFFED up with luring to her knees
      The rabbits from the blackberries,
      Quaint little satyrs, and shy and mute,
      That limped reluctant to the flute,
      She needs must seek the forest’s womb
      And pipe up tigers from green gloom.

    Grouped round...