Poems by Arthur Guiterman

This Day of good Saint Valentine,
Châ teau de Psyche,
Spain.
Miss Arabella Lovibond, ...

The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin,
A wind-rumpled thatch,
A visible patch,
A ch...

The Moonbeam wooed in velvet night
A Lotus bloom that dreamed of morn;
The Lotus moved her pet...

A NAVAJO LEGEND OF WINTER NAYENGEZANI, Destroyer of Wizards,
Bearing the war club, the quive...

There's naught in the town and its profitless pleasures,
No comfort in labor, no gladness in p...

Tread of the thistledown
Lighting on the heather--
Curls in a dancing crown
Bursting their tet...

In life there's naught
That's true, but Thought;
The Things we build on do but seem,
For Ea...

When Lucifer's rapscallions
Unsheathed their flaming swords
And Heaven's bright battalions
Opp...

FROM THE TALMUD Among the beasts that thronged to fill the ark
Slunk Falsehood in a lizard's bo...

"Great king, " the poet cried, his rebec stringing,
"Thy name shall live forever--through my s...

Fair Eve devised a walking-suit
Of jungle grasses, soft and crimpy;
She thought it rather nea...

The planets are bells on his motley,
He fleers at the stars in their state,
He banters the su...

The Ark on the dark, multitudinous waters
Was tossing; the rain in a cataract poured;
But Noa...

BOSTON, 1631 The curse of Cain was on the earth;
The leaden heavens frowned;
The Winter clo...