Poems begining by S
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St. Francis of Assisi
© Vachel Lindsay
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all,
Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour,
Blinded with weeping for the sad and poor;
Our wealth undone, all strict Franciscan men,
Star of My Heart
© Vachel Lindsay
Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead
Sunshine
© Vachel Lindsay
The sun gives not directly
The coal, the diamond crown;
Not in a special basket
Are these from Heaven let down.
Sweet Briars of the Stairways
© Vachel Lindsay
We are happy all the time
Even when we fight:
Sweet briars of the stairways,
Gay fairies of the grime;
We, who are playing to-night.
Shakespeare
© Vachel Lindsay
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came
Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,
With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,
Giving each man his due, each passion grace,
Spring And Winter
© William Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
"Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee"
© William Watson
Scentless flow'rs I bring thee-yet
In thy bosom be they set;
In thy bosom each one grows
Fragrant beyond any rose.
Somewhere This
© Eli Siegel
Trees standing in rain;
Footfalls on the pavement, feet crushing leaves;
A little girl leaving her house;
The moon, barely to be seen, shining dully in the gray sky;
Study of an Elevation, In Indian Ink
© Rudyard Kipling
Potiphar Gubbins, C.E.
Stands at the top of the tree;
And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led
To the hoisting of Potiphar G.
South Africa
© Rudyard Kipling
Christian gentlemen a few
From Berwick unto Dover;
For she was South Africa,
Ana she was South Africa,
She was Our South Africa,
Africa all over!
Song of the Wise Children
© Rudyard Kipling
When the darkened Fifties dip to the North,
And frost and the fog divide the air,
And the day is dead at his breaking-forth,
Sirs, it is bitter beneath the Bear!
Song of the Red War-Boat
© Rudyard Kipling
For we hold that in all disaster
Of shipwreck, storm, or sword,
A Man must stand by his Master
When once he has pledged his word.
Song of the Fifth River
© Rudyard Kipling
"The Treasure and the Low"--Puck of Pook's Hills.
Where first by Eden Tree
The Four Great Rivers ran,
To each was appointed a Man
Her Prince and Ruler to be.
Song of Diego Valdez
© Rudyard Kipling
The God of Fair Beginnings
Hath prospered here my hand --
The cargoes of my lading,
And the keels of my command.
Soldier, Soldier
© Rudyard Kipling
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
Soldier an' Sailor Too
© Rudyard Kipling
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile,
I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style.
'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates, an' I sez to 'im, "'Oo are you?"
Sez 'e, "I'm a Jolly -- 'Er Majesty's Jolly -- soldier an' sailor too!"
Sir Richard's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
(A. D. 1066)
I followed my Duke ere I was a lover,
To take from England fief and fee;
But now this game is the other way over--
But now England hath taken me!
Shillin' a Day
© Rudyard Kipling
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly
From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore,
Hong-Kong and Peshawur,
Lucknow and Etawah,
Seven Watchmen
© Rudyard Kipling
1918
SEVEN Watchmen sitting in a tower,
Watching what had come upon mankind,
Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,
Seal Lullaby
© Rudyard Kipling
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
