Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
August
... There lives no cloud to hint of Nature's grief ...
The Tree-Toad
... And I hollered rain till I thought my th'oat ...
A Sudden Shower
... And flirts his plumes and folds his wings ...
Find The Favorite
... -- An'-sir! he ist _hint_ an' _ring_,-- ...
To Annie
... As the prelude of the night, ...
The Rider Of The Knee
... Pat thy steed and turn him free, ...
A Rough Sketch
... On a tatter of Fate that the winds have blown ...
The Jolly Miller
... And _she_ laughed fit to kill her, and dropped her carvin'-knife!-- ...
A New Year's Plaint
... Where none have learned to kneel in prayer ...
"Out Of Reach?"
... And outheld hands and welcoming speech, ...
A Dream Of Autumn
... Corn, with crests like rent plumes dangled ...
What The Wind Said
... --say!-- Ye shapes that writhe in the slag and moan ...
A Bride
... And wash with their dews one white face from her history, ...
The Home-Going
... With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,-- ...
Her Waiting Face
... Of long-lost lands he finds her waiting face-- ...
