Poems by Joyce Kilmer
In Memory of Rupert Brooke
... His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung ...
St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
... For when night came down on the seven-hilled town, ...
The Apartment House
... Who cleft the rocks that this might rise on high! ...
The Cathedral of Rheims
... (From the French of Emile Verhaeren)He who walks through the meadows of Champagne ...
Martin
... Should have gold halls to wander through ...
To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring
... (For Kenton)An iron hand has stilled the throats ...
Poets
... Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath ...
Delicatessen
... For, once he thrilled with high romance ...
The Fourth Shepherd
... And every star calls "Murderer!"IIThe hand of God is sure and strong, ...
Folly
... (For A. K. K.)What distant mountains thrill and glow ...
Waverley
... Who raised Prince Charlie's cohorts from the dead, ...
To Certain Poets
... So mildly, delicately vile!Your tiny voices mock God's wrath, ...
St. Laurence
... The troops of Hell have burst the gates, ...
Prayer of a Soldier in France
... (They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek) ...
Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty
... Though she be made of flowers and light ...
