Animal Poems

Animal Poems

Tea with a Dinosaur, by Arthur Guiterman

Thunder-lizard, Brontosaurus,
You that lived...

This is She, by Arthur Guiterman

On order that must be obeyed
I sing of a dear ...

To the Moon, by Arthur Guiterman

Beloved of lovers, bards, astronomers,
Myth...

Tulips, by Arthur Guiterman

Brave little fellows in crimsons and yellows,
...

A Valentine, by Arthur Guiterman

Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery ...

What the Devil Said to Noah, by Arthur Guiterman

The world was badly scared;
The very heavens ...

When the Deer Come Down to Drink, by Arthur Guiterman

When the deer come down to drink,
Their antle...

Halloween, by Arthur Peterson

Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...

Alle Zattere, by Arthur Symons

Only to live, only to be
In Venice, is enoug...

At Glan-Y-Wern, by Arthur Symons

White-robed against the threefold white
Of shu...

At Tarragona, by Arthur Symons

If I could know but when and why
This piece of...

Benedictine, by Arthur Symons

The Benedictine scents and stains
the languor ...

By the Pool at the Third Rosses, by Arthur Symons

I heard the sighing of the reeds
In the grey p...

Clair de Lune, by Arthur Symons

In the moonlit room your face,
Moonlight-colo...

Hesterna Rosa, by Arthur Symons

When a girl's fancy flutters to a man,
It is ...

In the Vale of Llangollen, by Arthur Symons

In the fields and the lanes again!
There's a b...

In the Wood of Finvara, by Arthur Symons

I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
...

Kisses, by Arthur Symons

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?...

Laus Mortis, by Arthur Symons

I bring to thee, for love, white roses, deli...

Laus Virginitatis, by Arthur Symons

The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
O ...

Love's Paradox, by Arthur Symons

Once I smiled when I saw you, when I saw you s...

Love's Secret, by Arthur Symons

As a most happy mother feels the stir
Of that ...

Margery of the Fens, by Arthur Symons

I Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got...

Modern Beauty, by Arthur Symons

I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If...

Nora on the Pavement, by Arthur Symons

As Nora on the pavement
Dances, and she entra...