The Yule Log
Out of the mighty Yule log came
The crooning of the lithe wood-flame,—
A single bar of music fraught
With cheerful yet half pensive thought,—
A thought elusive: out of reach,
Yet trembling on the verge of speech.
More poems by William Hamilton Hayne
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A Cyclone at Sea
A throat of thunder, a tameless heart,
And a passion malign and free,
He is no sheik of the desert sand. … -
Quatrains
Moonlight song OF THE MOCKING-BIRD
EACH golden note of music greets
The listening leaves, divinely stirred, … -
Quatrains
Moonlight Song OF THE MOCKING-BIRD
EACH golden note of music greets
The listening leaves, divinely stirred, … -
Sleep and His Brother Death
Just ere the darkness is withdrawn,
In seasons of cold or heat,
Close to the boundary line of Dawn …