Author: Sidney Lanier

From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, […]

Death, thou’rt a cordial old and rare: Look how compounded, with what care! Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet […]

Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament […]

In o’er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music’s bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect […]

That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him: He’d swear with a hundred sighs […]

My crippled sense fares bow’d along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake […]

Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest […]

O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: And I wed Goodman […]

Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam Into the slumb’rous tissue of some stream, Till his bright self […]

Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, […]