Poems by Joyce Kilmer

I tire of lovely faces free from pain
And free from sin;
Here none with lips wet with the crim...

Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about this man's affairs?
Why do we titter at his name
...

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

His mind has neither need nor power to know
The foolish things that men call right and wrong.
F...

All day I serve among the volumes telling
Old tales of love and war and high romance;
Good com...

She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion,
Can never die, for Love forbids her death.
Love ha...

I Serene and beautiful and very wise,
Most erudite in curious Grecian lore,
You lay an...

Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a...

As down the primrose path to Love I trod
The golden flowers kissed my eager feet,
The wayside ...

Night is over; through the clover globes of crystal shine;
Birds are calling; sunlight falling ...

For Sara Teasdale The lonely farm, the crowded street,
The palace and the slum,
Give welcom...

Soft purple shadows cloud love-weary eyes,
Dawn's saffron glow is on the tossed white bed;
No...

I have prayed to the Christ of the merciful eyes,
I have prayed to the Lord of Hosts,
I have ...

When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The littl...

With shameless and incessant lust
Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust
Upon my body's loveliness....