Poems by Witter Bynner

Shall marriage never be the glory
That was wooed?--
But ever enervate and vex,
Obstruct, int...

I care not what you bring to me,
I care not what you take..
Be nothing else but only young
An...

I loved you, loved you, with your unseen eyes
Sweet to my lips in nearnesses of night,
Sweet...

Fools, fools, fools,
Your blood is hot today.
It cools
When you are clay,
It joins the ve...

At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of ...

Three poplars paused beside a brook
Before the autumnal mountain,
Then bowed to me, and under...

What though love requires no test,
In this rose-time after rain
Let me touch your hand again!-...

Give her such beauty of body and mind
As the leaves of an aspen tree
When they vary from silver...

Poplars against a mountain
Seem frequently to me
To be little-windowed cities
And sun-waves on...

A poet lived in Galilee,
Whose mother dearly loved him--
And his beauty like a cooling tree
D...

Soft through a mist there's a memory creeping,
To tell you in dreams that are wistful and low, ...

An arrow, feathery, alive,
He darts and sings--
Then with a sudden skimming dive
Of striped...

Scent of sunken wood and wind wet with weeds and lifting spray,
Bitter with a wandered tear fro...

When you had come through Kansas
To your New Hampshire hills,
Their roundnesses, their cloist...

Miles from you I turn and find you,
My beloved. And your gaze
And the ripple of your garment
...