Poems by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Arctic found of holiest light,
Springing through the winter night,
Spreading far behind yon h...

Yes, it is the queenly moon
Walking through her starred saloon,
Silvering all she looks upon:...

I A vision o'er my soul hath swept,
A dream of light; 'twas music part,
And part it was my h...

Many are the thoughts that come to me
In my lonely musing,
And they drift so bright and swift,...

I stood within a vision's spell;
I saw, I heard. The liquid thunder
Went pouring to its foami...

I went to bed with Shakespeare's flowing numbers
Within me chiming,
As I sank slowly to my ple...

Child of the sunlight,
Flower of the skies,
Blooming in petals
Of heavenly dyes; Sp...

Tell us, tell us whence thou comest,
Little thing of the rainbow wing;
Tell us if thou alway...