Music poems
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Inscription
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Stranger! if from the crowded walks of life
Thou lovest to stray, and woo fair Solitude
The Dryad Of The Pine
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH, forest sweetheart! over land and sea
I come once more, once more to stand by thee;
My sylvan darling! set 'twixt shade and sheen,
Soft as a maid, yet stately as a queen!
A Forecast
© Archibald Lampman
One thing I know: if he be great and pure,
This love, this fire, this beauty shall endure;
Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palm:
But if not this, some differing thing he be,
That dream shall break in terror; he shall see
The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm.
Spring Shower
© Boris Pasternak
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears,
Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.
Full moon. The musicians are picking their way
To the theatre. More and more people assemble.
Music
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool
A little higher; left his pipe to cool;
On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted by Wm. Shakspeare; felled by the Rev. F. Gastrell
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or death
Shared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son,
(To James R. Lawson) 1946
© John Gould Fletcher
Over the scattered trees, over the sunbrowned meadow,
The bells wove their rhythm of delicate, proud, airborne music;
Twenty-One
© John Le Gay Brereton
The world, all busy round us here of late,
Is still unchanged: but you are twenty-one.
Love-Free
© Sara Teasdale
I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love-free.
Song Of The Broad-Axe
© Walt Whitman
Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes-masculine trades,
sights and sounds;
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music;
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great
organ.
A Song Of Savoy
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain's purple crest,
And Summer's white and folded clouds
Are glowing in the west,
Loud shouts come up the rocky dell,
And voices hail the evening-bell.
James Whitcomb Riley
© Edgar Albert Guest
There must be great rejoicin'
on the Golden Shore to-day,
An' the big an' little angels
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03
© Conrad Aiken
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls
On bright red roofs and walls;
In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
The Tryst
© Walter de la Mare
A music wistful for the sea-nymph's sake:
Haply Elijah, o'er his spokes of fire,
Cresting steep Leo, or the heavenly Lyre,
Spied, tranced in azure of inanest space,
Some eyrie hostel, meet for human grace,
Where two might happy be just you and I
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE silver cord is loosed, he said,
The golden bowl is broken;
