Poems by Arthur Guiterman

AN OLD NORSE SONG Bersi, the champion, famed in his day,
Agè d and bedridden, drowsi...

Beloved of lovers, bards, astronomers,
Mythologists and other lunatics,
What blurs thy shie...

What, spring, because a day is fair,
Because a brook is flowing,
Because a maple here and t...

Old Time was young, men's hearts were all untried
By Grief and Sin, when round this whirling b...

Brave little fellows in crimsons and yellows,
Coming while breezes of April are cold,
Winter ...

Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery postman whistles;
And every mail augments the ta...

The world was badly scared;
The very heavens trembled;
The Ark was all prepared,
The beasts...

God rears the sword.
With justice, not in vengeance, smites the Lord.
Whence came the steel? ...

FROM THE SANSRKIT Before there were clouds in the heavens,
Before there were summers and sprin...

When the deer come down to drink,
Their antlers shake the dark wild cherries;
The moss in whi...

The funny, furry little chap,
His coat is red an' so's his cap;
He gathers pennies where he ...

This legend, grim and wild yet rich in truth,
Was framed in Cordova in Gothic days:
By Guada...

As Father Time came speeding where I stood,
I boldly grasped him by the scanty forelock
Exactl...

"I love, you love, we love!"
Trilled the pipes of Pan
On the golden lea, Love,
When the wo...

THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS Ho! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn:
The hosts of Hel rush forth
And...