Poems by George Houghton

A Vacation Episode We crossed the pasture-land together,
I knew that now my time drew near,
...

"Here, O lily-white lady mine,
Here by thy warrior sire's own shrine,
Handsel I thee by this...

No wonder, harp, thou likest well to lie
Thus nestled to her bosom; --so would I!
No wonder t...

That alone is august which is gazed upon by the noble,
That alone is gladsome which eyes full o...

I hear in the twitter of birds her song,
I hear her step in the rustling grass,
Her laugh on ...

Soft sunset kissed the castle court,
And kissed the curtains where she lay;
Listless she look...

Beside the landsman knelt a dame,
And slowly pushed the pages o'er;
Still by the hearthfire's...

A tall, drest elm,
That guards the grindstone's place and helps to sift
The glare and fervor ...