Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
The Life-Forest
... O'er which for aye dream-whispering winds have played ...
The Vision By The Sea
... She seemed the earth, the tides, the heaven, to bless: ...
Sonnet XI
... All things that are should subtly own the same ...
Golden Dell
... There first, despite the March wind's cold, ...
Babys First Word
... But oh! to think the rogue's first word ...
Stuart
... . . . . . "Enough! while I speak of the past, my lad, ...
A Summer Mood
... Small things and great unconscious tauntings bring ...
The Fallen Pine-Cone
... What wonder, fairy cone, that thou should'st hold ...
Reward Of Fickleness
... ALTON. YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow, ...
Fortunio. A Parable For The Times
... Wherewithal (Harping on justice still, though justice slept) ...
In The Pine Barrens. Sunset.
... While round the woodland waste and glimmering heights ...
Frida And Her Poet
... on her head, So golden bright in youth's benignant prime, ...
Sonnet XIII
... As sound upborne o'er water, through some blind, ...
"The Old Man Of The Sea."
... Thus, though thou may'st not smite on brow or breast ...
Sylvan Musings.In May.
... The wood-doves veiled by depths of flickering green,-- ...
