Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Ode To Sleep
... No dreams! no dreams! keep hack the motley throng,-- ...
Harvest-Home
... Rich fruited trees, vast piles of glimmering grain,-- ...
Patience
... Nor lover's vow, nor flatterer's tongue, ...
England
... These are the scenes through which I fain would pass ...
The Might Have Been
... "Thou know'st me not, "she sighed, with mournful breath ...
Forgotten
... Its ice-cold breath must freeze their blushing brows, ...
Antonio Melidori
... shes upon the scene, with a cry of agony, and throws herself beside Antonio, whose head she supports ...
The Red Lily
... As all airs Of North or South, the Lily's leaves that stir, ...
The Axe And The Pine
... Hark! to those long-drawn murmurings, strange and drear! ...
A Plea For The Gray
... The heart that's pledged to guard the Blue ...
In The Gray Of The Evening. Autumn.
... Flushed with faint lines! O voiceful trees, ...
Herbert
... Full of thoughtless mirth and laughter ...
A Lyrical Picture
... Hear! hear! Dropped from gray mists, circling high, ...
Not Dead
... To J.A.D. HERE, at the sweetest hour of this sweet day, ...
The Wood Far Inland
... This wood, far inland, thronged with sombrous trees-- ...
