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Song

a bird in my bower
Sat calling, a-calling;
A bird answered low from the garden afar. …

Francis Howard Williams
In the Dark

The fields were silent, and the woodland drear,
The moon had set, and clouds hid all the stars;
And blindly, when a footfall met my ear, …

Mary Thacher Higginson
Remembrance

I think that we retain of our dead friends
And absent ones no general portraiture;
That perfect memory does not long endure, …

John Henry Boner
Evolution

Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then, a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence, …

John Banister Tabb
Indian Summer

No more the battle or the chase
The phantom tribes pursue,
But each in its accustomed place …

John Banister Tabb
The Child

I
long, long before the Babe could speak,
When he would kiss his mother’s cheek …

John Banister Tabb
Quatrains

The bubble
why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I.
But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round, …

John Banister Tabb
Sonnets

I
the sovereigns
they who create rob death of half its stings; …

Lloyd Mifflin
Immortality

My window is the open sky,
The flower in farthest wood is mine;
I am the heir to all gone by, …

Arthur Sherburne Hardy
Pastel

Among the priceless gems and treasures rare
Old Versailles shelters in its halls sublime,
I can recall one faded image fair, …

Francis Saltus Saltus
America

For, o America, our country!—land
Hid in the west through centuries, till men
Through countless tyrannies could understand …

Arlo Bates
Tennyson

How beautiful to live as thou didst live!
How beautiful to die as thou didst die,—
In moonlight of the night, without a sigh, …

Florence Earle Coates
Songs

The world IS MINE
FOR me the jasmine buds unfold
And silver daisies star the lea, …

Florence Earle Coates
Remembrance

Under the apple bough
Love, in a dream of leaves,
Dreamed we of love, as now,— …

George Parsons Lathrop
After Death

When i forth fare beyond this narrow earth,
With all its metes and bounds of now and here,
And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear …

Charles Francis Richardson
My Comrade

I never build a song by night or day,
Of breaking ocean or of blowing whin,
But in some wondrous unexpected way, …

Edwin Markham
Poetry

She comes like the hush and beauty of the night,
And sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light …

Edwin Markham
Tennyson

From the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune. …

Henry Van Dyke
To Sleep

Sweet wooded way in life, forgetful Sleep!
Dim, drowsy realm where restful shadows fall,
And where the world’s glare enters not at all, …

Maybury Fleming
To England

Now england lessens on my sight;
The bastioned front of Wales,
Discolored and indefinite, …

Charles Leonard Moore