Robert Underwood Johnson

  • Go stand at night upon an ocean craft,
    And watch the folds of its imperial train
    Catching in fleecy foam a thousand glows—
    A miracle of fire unquenched by sea.
    There in bewildering turbulence of change
    Whirls the whole firmament, till as you gaze,
    ...

  • For days the peaks wore hoods of cloud,
      The slopes were veiled in chilly rain;
    We said: It is the Summer’s shroud,
    And with the brooks we moaned aloud,—
      Will sunshine never come again?

    At last the west wind brought us one
      Serene, warm,...

  • Thou half-unfolded flower
      With fragrance-laden heart,
    What is the secret power
      That doth thy petals part?
    What gave thee most thy hue—
    The sunshine or the dew?

    Thou wonder-wakened soul!
      As Dawn doth steal on Night,
    On thee...

  • This is the loggia Browning loved,
      High on the flank of the friendly town;
    These are the hills that his keen eye roved,
      The green like a cataract leaping down
      To the plain that his pen gave new renown.

    There to the West what a range of blue!—...

  • Here in the dark what ghostly figures press!—
    No phantom of the Past, or grim or sad;
    No wailing spirit of woe; no spectre, clad
    In white and wandering cloud, whose dumb distress
    Is that its crime it never may confess;
    No shape from the strewn sea; nor...

  • What is there wanting in the Spring?
      The air is soft as yesteryear;
      The happy-nested green is here,
    And half the world is on the wing.
      The morning beckons, and like balm
      Are westward waters blue and calm.
    Yet something’s wanting in the...

  •     as a bell in a chime
          Sets its twin-note a-ringing,
        As one poet’s rhyme
          Wakes another to singing,
        So, once she has smiled,
        All your thoughts are beguiled,
    And flowers and song from your childhood are bringing.

    ...
  • Silence was envious of the only voice
    That mightier seemed than she. So, cloaked as Death,
    With potion borrowed from Oblivion,
    Yet with slow step and tear-averted look,
    She sealed his lips, closed his extinguished eyes,
    And, veiling him with darkness,...