The Iconoclast, by Rose Terry Cooke
A thousand years shall come and go,
A thousand years of night and day,
And man, through all ...
A thousand years shall come and go,
A thousand years of night and day,
And man, through all ...
The summer sun bedecks Anjou,
The harvest time keeps promise true,
And I have kept my faith w...
In the dead calm of night, when the stars are all shining,
The deep, silent shadows lie cold ...
A silent, odor-laden air,
From heavy branches dropping balm;
A crowd of daisies milky fair, ...
"Stretch out thy hand, insatiate Time!
Keeper of keys, restore to me
Some gift that in the gr...
When I am a sea-flower
Under the cool green tide,
Where the sunshine slants and quivers,
And...
The curving beach and shining bay,
Stretch from the cliff-foot far away,
Where sailing dreams...
'Tis something to have turned the tide
That ebbed and ebbed and slid away,
Till all the sands ...
Golden-colored miller,
Leave the lamp, and fly away!
In that flame so brightly gleaming,
Su...
Fair and peaceful daisies,
Smiling in the grass,
Who hath sung your praises?
Poets by you pa...
A hot noon filled the Autumn sky
So still, the pines forgot to sigh,
But breathed out odors g...
Fasten the chamber!
Hide the red key;
Cover the portal,
That eyes may not see.
Get thee to ...
Singer of priceless melody,
Underguerdoned chorister of air,
Who from the lithe top of the tr...