Poems by Richard Watson Gilder

Poems by Richard Watson Gilder

Originality, by Richard Watson Gilder

Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That we no more our ...

A Woman's Thought, by Richard Watson Gilder

I AM a woman--therefore I may not
Call to him, cry to him,
Fly to him,
Bid him delay not! &...

What Would I Save Thee From?, by Richard Watson Gilder

What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart?
Not from what heaven may send thee of its...

What Is a Sonnet?, by Richard Watson Gilder

What is a sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off murmuring sea;
A precious ...

Weal and Woe, by Richard Watson Gilder

O HIGHEST, strongest, sweetest woman-soul!
Thou holdest in the compass of thy grace
All the s...

A Thought, by Richard Watson Gilder

Once, looking from a window on a land
That lay in silence underneath the sun:
A land of broad...

Sunset from the Train, by Richard Watson Gilder

But then the sunset smiled,
Smiled once and turned toward dark,
Above the distant, wavering ...

The Sower, by Richard Watson Gilder

I A SOWER went forth to sow,
His eyes were dark with woe;
He crushed the flowers beneath his...

Reform, by Richard Watson Gilder

I Oh, how shall I help to right the world that is going wrong!
And what can I do to hurry the ...

The Poet's Protest, by Richard Watson Gilder

O MAN with your rule and measure,
Your tests and analyses!
You may take your empty pleasure,
...

Art, by Richard Watson Gilder

Following the sun, westward the march of power!
The Rose of Might blooms in our new-world mart:...

Morning, by Richard Watson Gilder

I am the spirit of the morning sea;
I am the awakening and the glad surprise;
I fill the skie...

The Master-Poets, by Richard Watson Gilder

HE the great World-Musician at whose stroke
The stars of morning into music broke:
He from who...

Love Me Not, Love, For That I First Loved Thee, by Richard Watson Gilder

Love me not, Love, for that I first loved thee,
Nor love me, Love, for thy sweet pity's sak...

I Met a Traveller on the Road, by Richard Watson Gilder

I met a traveller on the road
Whose back was bent beneath a load;
His face was worn with morta...