Author: Sidney Lanier

To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green […]

Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov’st not good company? Here’s but a heart-break sandy waste ‘Twixt Now […]

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they […]

In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent […]

Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young […]

or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, […]

Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep, Thou, giant Harlequin of […]

I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. […]

What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report […]

From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled […]

In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land; He huddles his rags with a cripple’s hand; He mutters, prone on […]

“O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart ’tis tired of head: We’re all for love,” […]

A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High […]

Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: be thou brave. And […]

My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous […]

Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain […]

“Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle.” “Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train.” “Let us cross the […]

I. Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night Distillments of my clod of […]

I was drivin’ my two-mule waggin, With a lot o’ truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin’ (Which […]

Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And […]