Henry Abbey

  • When from the vaulted wonder of the sky
    The curtain of the light is drawn aside,
    And I behold the stars in all their wide
    Significance and glorious mystery,
    Assured that those more distant orbs are suns
    Round which innumerable worlds revolve,—
    My...

  • White wings of commerce sailing far,
      Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
    Tamed lightning speeding on the wire,
      Iron postman on the way of steel,—
    These, circling all the world, have told
      The loss that makes us desolate;
    For we give...

  • Now comes the graybeard of the north:
      The forests bare their rugged breasts
    To every wind that wanders forth,
      And, in their arms, the lonely nests
    That housed the birdlings months ago
    Are egged with flakes of drifted snow.

    No more the robin...

  • O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky,
    Look down upon the whirling world, for thou art up so high,
    And tell me where my Donald is who sailed across the sea,
    And make a path of silver light to lead him back to me.

    O white, white, bright moon, thy...