Poems by Witter Bynner

The shaken beauty of a race
Was centered in that single face,
And the ancestral woes were ther...

Grieve not for the invisible, transported brow
On which like leaves the dark hair grew,
Nor f...

Indian-footed move the mists
From the corner of the lake,
Silent, sinuous and bent;
And the...

Somewhere beyond a mountain lies
A lake the color of your eyes--
And I am mirrored like a fligh...

She loves me and she loves me not,
According to her whim;
For when another's on the spot
Her...

There was a strangeness on her lips,
Lips that had been so sure;
She still was mine but in ec...

I went tonight to a country circus.
There had been a parade at noon,
Strewn out along the vill...

I never saw the morning till today;
I never knew how soon night went away--
Day merely came a ...