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Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook
Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook [Given to Frank Bidart] You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are s…
The True Lover
The True Lover The lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight In shadow of the boughs. "I shall not vex you with my face H…
A Ripple Song
A Ripple Song Once red ripple came to land In the golden sunset burning-- Lapped against a maiden's hand, By the ford returning. Dainty foot and gentle breast-- Here, across, be…
When I am dead, my dearest
When I am dead, my dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With shower…
By an Evolutionist
By an Evolutionist By an Evolutionist The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’ And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean…
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell No God, no demon of severe response Deigns to reply from heaven or from hell Then to my…
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he…
That Music Always Round Me
That Music Always Round Me THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaught I did not hear; But now the chorus I hear, and am elated; A tenor, strong, asc…
Procemion
Procemion IN His blest name, who was His own creation, Who from all time makes making his vocation; The name of Him who makes our faith so bright, Love, confidence, activity, a…
Sorrow's Uses
Sorrow's Uses The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year’s end. Deeper and deeper I seem to see Why and wherefore it has to be Only after the dark, wet da…
The Epochs
The Epochs ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd, Is this year's ADVENT, as it passeth…
Lullaby
Lullaby Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you; Starlight bespangle…
To Homer
To Homer Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas. So thou wast bli…
The Prayer
The Prayer My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, To stone and brass in heathen wise, But in my brother's voice I hear My own unanswered agonies. His God is as his fates assign, His…
Oft, in the Stilly Night
Oft, in the Stilly Night Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's ye…
Come down, O Maid
Come down, O Maid COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease t…
The Cry Of The People
The Cry Of The People Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air, The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded. Louder and louder still, by voices gro…
The Giver
The Giver You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You kno…
Here will be echoes in the mountains...
Here will be echoes in the mountains... Here will be echoes in the mountains, The distant landslides' rumbling boom, The rocks, the dwellings in the village, The sorry little i…
Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04 WITH what inward joy, sweet lay, I thy meaning have descried! Lovingly thou seem'st to say That I'm ever by his side; That he ever thinks of me, T…
Brookland Road
Brookland Road I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool -- Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, That turned me back to school. Low down-low…
Mad Song
Mad Song The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn…
The Mare's Nest
The Mare's Nest Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse Was good beyond all earthly need; But, on the other hand, her spouse Was very, very bad indeed. He smoked cigars, called churc…
A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my…