Author: Sidney Lanier

Written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”. Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, When windy shams and the rain-mocking […]

I. O Age that half believ’st thou half believ’st, Half doubt’st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half […]

Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved […]

O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee And make thee harrow all my spirit’s glebe. Of old the blind bard […]

As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, Symbol of gravure on his heart to be, So thought I […]

Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the […]

It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister […]

By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that’s vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore: “Give us […]

Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, […]

Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree […]