Silas Weir Mitchell

Poems (6)

• A Decanter of Madeira, Aged 86, to George Bancroft, Aged 86, Greeting

  Good master, you and I were born / In “Teacup days” of hoop and hood, …

• Idleness

  There is no dearer lover of lost hours / Than I. …

• Of One Who Seemed to Have Failed

  Death ’s but one more to-morrow. Thou art gray / With many a death of many a yesterday. …

• On a Boy's First Reading of "King Henry V"

  When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, / And time seemed but the vassal of my will, …

• The Quaker Graveyard

  Four straight brick walls, severely plain, / A quiet city square surround; …

• To a Magnolia Flower in the Garden of the Armenian Convent at Venice

  I saw thy beauty in its high estate / Of perfect empire, where at set of sun …