Poems by Christine Siebeneck Swayne

Stretched out from both my hands
Lie the parched, arid lands,
Thirsty and dry and bare,
Fan...

From the west the night winds blow,
And the clouds are driven far,
In the sky the moon is low...

Deep in the woods and deeper you may stray,
And listen to the wood-doves cooing low,
And half...

I dreamed I lay within his master arm,
And that his eye, adventured into mine,
Had roused my...

I know an isle that very truly seems
To me the Goal of Dreams. Afar may swaying masthead...

The sun upon the rocks,
And the breakers on the bar;
And a line of tossing shadows
Where the...

A cliff uptowering, black as night,
A bay that lies in mystery--
O'ershadowed in the moon's f...

The blind snake crawls along the walls
Of tower and turret ages buried;
The ground swell laps ...

A murmurous moonlit garden,
A murmuring summer sea,
Not Arcady nor Arden
Is fairer unto me. ...

Rooted they stand, but yet like pilgrim bands
That Heavenward raise their hands,
And, prayin...

Hear the satyrs calling, crying,
As the windy day is dying
O'er the rocks;
And the shepherd...

Airy foam and fairy form
With white moonlight on her breast,
Fairy form and airy foam
Blowing...

The wee small hours of blindfold night,
Before the darkness gropes to light,
Are hours most i...

Sprung from a past as black as any night,
And all obscurely down the ages come,
A shrouded fi...

This is the Beach whereon the white foam flies
Beneath the mounting skies;
Where the strong oc...