Monthly Archives: January 2013

From ownership of her She does not self defer; With eyes so clear and fine Says, “All I see is mine;” With admiration’s kiss Pens heroes forth in bliss; With joy upon her face Makes sacred every place; From spring … Continue reading →

When tired eyes have writing not within, When brain is dull, and not much musical, When paper calls no thought from heavy pen, And desk and chair, though empty, seem too full, ‘Tis then I seem but half a man … Continue reading →

Oh Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, sing, Put Pretty’s grace in every thing, And Pretty’s strength of pretty worth That, soaring, sails o’er pretty earth To Pretty’s more than pretty height, Where Pretty lives and all is bright, Where honesty of Pretty’s … Continue reading →

Oh, thine eyes for my skies are More radiant than stars are, As here on my canvas you stand. And my hills all about thee be Less colored with beauty, For thine arms and thine hands are grand. Yea, my … Continue reading →

You stand within, I stand without; The door between Is very stout. I give a knock, I make a rap; I faintly hear A “Tap, tap, tap.” And then I pound With joyous laugh; I hear a sound Of metal … Continue reading →

If thou be mine And I be thine As two together one we twine; If you to me And I to you Do blow more kisses airy new; If thee be thus And this be me For all our future … Continue reading →

The curtain rises on a solemn scene: a small room with white walls, no windows, lit by a candle sitting in the middle of a small round wooden table in the front center of stage. Next to the table and … Continue reading →

Songs as sweet as a soft bird’s wings To your flowery lawn should fly, If my verses caught such wings— Wings of birds that waft the sky. Like the spark that outward springs They would light your secret path, If … Continue reading →

O Mirroring waters, blue with sky, May I, dead leaf, upon you lie? I fall, I sail—a fiery flight! In glorious gold I come—Goodnight! O living leaf that leaves to fly, You are my one, my own sun eye. Your … Continue reading →

My Dear, I offer you the earth within this flower; The sea is in my sparkling, happy tears; This moment’s an eternity of hours; The great high sun right through my eye appears. My dear, I give spring’s breezes with … Continue reading →

The dawn of day Strikes up fire on towers high, On higher jets that trail away With passengers that none can stay, For joy comes charging down the sky With dawn of day! The dawn of day Sees plumy steam … Continue reading →

One day, intent more life to see, I walked into eternity. The sun was bright, my breath was strong, With open mouth I sang my song. And that was it, time’s total time— My lips well met in matchless rhyme!

Oh, many came from far and wide, All times of night and day, To borrow from the usurer, And gain some instant pay. Oh, he grew very rich, did he, And very proud likewise, Until one shouted “Blashemy! We’ll cut … Continue reading →

If one could sing one’s soul with ringing rhyme In measures made to move in perfect time; If one could capture one’s most inner light And brush it on a canvas pure and bright; If one could sculpt one’s mind … Continue reading →

Take all the sounds you’ve ever heard— The word of man, the song of bird, The lash of wind, the crash of wave, The cheering “On!” of hero brave, The grind of truck, the spin of luck, The bronco that … Continue reading →

Who e’er you are, high beauty, Your master is much more. His mind is in your graceful arms, His will is in your face. Your posture proud, and light as fire, Is all that he could e’er desire. Your sovereign, … Continue reading →

You came from nothing And will to nothing fall, So now be something And fill the interval! Though ere you were you slept, When dead will sleep again; Then live enthralled, enrapt, And be a man of men! Yea! you … Continue reading →

Nan had a horse, his name was Brown, So mild-tempered, gentle, calm. He let her ride him all around And nibbled sugar from her palm. One day her sister said, “Let’s race!” And leaped upon her horse, called Fire, And … Continue reading →

With lips so red and soft and bright She climbed the tree with happy might. A cherry there hung sweet and fair Awaiting for her rare delight. With beak so sharp and bright and black A crow swung low in … Continue reading →

The tiny kingdom of Obam had come into existence some twenty years ago after the king (Obam’s self-declared high priest) had driven off or destroyed the many surrounding little kingdoms. John Dumar, aged eleven at the time, and thought to … Continue reading →