Poems by Henry Abbey

So many poets die ere they are known,
I pray you, hear me kindly for their sake.
Not of the h...

I shall not say, our life is all in vain,
For peace may cheer the desolated hearth;
But well...

When the wrongs of peace grow mighty,
They beget the wrong of war,
Whose wild night, with de...

When might made right in days of chivalry,
Hatot and Ringsdale, over claims of land,
Darkene...

I had a vision of mankind to be:
I saw no grated windows, heard no roar
From iron mouths of w...

To G. W. C. We journey up the storied Nile;
The timeless water seems to smile;
The slow and ...

How mild and fair the day, dear love! And in these garden ways
The lingering dahlias to the sun...

Neeber, a Bedouin of noble heart,
That from good men received of praise the fee,
Owned a bra...

There lives a creature of a dreamer's brain,
That strove by charms, and with the aid of ghosts...

What pleasant dreams, what memories, rise,
When filled with care, or pricked in pride,
I w...

Drecker, a drawbridge keeper, opened wide
The dangerous gate to let the vessel through;
His ...

The sun-bronzed Arabs, living at the base
Of Karnak's mighty ruin, see in it
The work of no m...

In the New World, the hemisphere unknown
When, Hebrew-wise, Moriah uttered praise--
In a new...

As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood
That gave them birth, so every deed we do
Partakes...

When from the vaulted wonder of the sky
The curtain of the light is drawn aside,
And I behold ...