Poems by Sidney Lanier
At First. To Charlotte Cushman.
... Down by the way of Time to me:Or some least grace of the body of love, ...
Baby Charley.
... Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming through ...
Barnacles
... And hindereth me from sailing!Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea ...
Clover
... A poet, thou: What worth, what worth, the whole of all thine art ...
Control
... Of old the blind bard Herve sang so sweet ...
Corn
... Soul homely, as thou art, yet rich in grace like thee, ...
From The Flats.
... Swings o'er the slope, the oak's far-falling shade ...
Hymns Of The Marshes.
... Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain, --Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face ...
In Absence.
... -- When life's all love, 'tis life: aught else, 'tis naught ...
In The Foam.
... Thy weak white arm his blows may thwart, ...
Ireland.
... Send thee summer from their snow,Thus the main and cordial current ...
Jones's Porvate Argyment
... Bankruptcy and the devil!"More corn! more corn! MUST plant less ground, ...
June Dreams, In January
... Or trim-set in quaint gardener's fantasies:"And long June night-sounds crooned among the leaves, ...
Laughter In The Senate
... The winds have brought him a strange sound ...
Laus Mariae
... So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps: ...
