Poems 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 ...

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, dear heart, dear heart?
Not from what heaven may send thee of its...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,
Nor love me, Love, for thy sweet pity's sak...

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