Poems by Francis Vielé-Griffin

BEAUTIFUL hour, we must part,
Thou in dream and roses dight
Straying for ever towards the vag...

STRETCH thyself, Life is tired at thy side
--Let her sleep from dawn till dusk is falling,
Be...

THOSE hours were good to us,
Like nuns with pity pale.
Sweet hours monotonous,
Drowning in m...

IF one should say to you: Master, all hail!
The day dawns on the earth;
Here is the dawn as e...

NOW the sweet eves are withered like the flowers of October
What should we tell the willow, and...

WHETHER sun or moon is out,
While the wind of May is blowing,
While the trees the grass are s...

Behind my father's house there sang a bird,
In the forest, on the lime,
--In olden time--
A...