Poems by Joyce Kilmer

If I had lived down underneath the earth,
And you had dwelt among the pleasant stars,
I shoul...

When you had played with life a space
And made it drink and lust and sing,
You flung it back i...

If it should be my task, I being God,
From whirling atoms to evolve your mate,
With hands om...

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pres...

My songs should be as lilies fair,
And roses made of crimson light,
To lie amid the fragrant ...

When darkness hovers over earth
And day gives place to night,
Then lovers see the Milky Way
G...

I said: "What is the use of sombre night?"
The Moon replied: "To frame my love-wan face."
A fai...

Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
Shall all men praise the Master of all song.
Our lif...

At the foot of the Cross on Calvary
Three soldiers sat and diced,
And one of them was the Devi...

The world-rocking roar of the thunder, the red lightning's death-dealing flash,
The wind that ...

A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand
Behold him stand;
A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad...

He was an evil thing to see--
Of joy his mouth was desolate,
His body was a stunted tree,
Hi...

So he is dead and damned and all is well.
So fare all traitors to the church and God!
Cursed an...

If I should live in a forest
And sleep underneath a tree,
No grove of impudent saplings
Would...

Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
And draws a cloak of trees about his breast.
Th...