Poems by William Wilsey Martin

Poems by William Wilsey Martin

Red Berries of Briony, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Sleep, Baby Mine, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Still Looking, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Sympathy, by William Wilsey Martin

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

The Wooing of the Moon and Sea, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Apple Blossoms, by William Wilsey Martin

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

The Autumn Leaves Go By, by William Wilsey Martin

The autumn leaves, the autumn leaves go by,
In gusty showers of red and gold they fly;
In sh...

The Birth of the Red Rose, by William Wilsey Martin

Thro' the gateways of Eden, Eve all mournful
Look'd, gold gateways of Eden, sharply closing
...

Blow, Wild March Wind, by William Wilsey Martin

Blow, wild March wind! In hollows of the lea,
In copses low, thy bride awaiteth thee--
The t...

Crossing, by William Wilsey Martin

I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad held the oar),
Off a Devon strand, and watch'd t...

Friendship, by William Wilsey Martin

I Some Friendships are like leaves; when skies are fair
Their green flags flutter, making glad...

Grief, by William Wilsey Martin

Grief comes, a giantess, with strength to bind;
She grips our hand and glares into our eyes; ...

The Human Cry, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Innermost, by William Wilsey Martin

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

Jasmine Stars, by William Wilsey Martin

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