Poems by William Wilsey Martin

The moon is woo'd by her wild lord the sea,
Whose yearning waves wax wanton in their joy,
Uph...

How shall I breathe to thee
From my worn heart,
Words of sweet sympathy,
Thoughts that shall...

By the weed-strewn, brown, desolate reaches,
Lonely, and half broken-hearted,
We met, and...

Sleep, baby mine. The failing light is low,
The witch-elms toss their branches to and fro;
A...

Rich was the harvest he vow'd to reap,
When he planted his germ below;
"Love will give sheave...

I am not sure that life, to any one,
A fuller measure of contentment brings,
With all its gi...

A bivalve feeding in the warm salt sea
Draws inward, with the wave, a sandy grain,
Which, n...

Who hath one friend, of straight and loyal mind,
But one, of all the million swarms of men,
...

I The heart of Nature soothes the heart of man,
If with his heart he looks into her eyes.
A p...

Love must be first and last, the part, the whole;
Must fill the human void as ocean fills
It...

A stream roars downward to a hidden sea
That slumbers moonless, starless, without bound,
Whe...

Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
In the spring?
An English apple orchard in the sp...

White Jasmine stars, upon an old grey wall,
Whereon the yellow sunbeams seldom fall,
Rain-st...

I Can aught into the Innermost intrude?
The cryptic chamber of the heart of man,
Whereof his ...

I The human lifts a wailing to be heard,
And clinging hands to clutch the dim Unknown
That dr...