Night and the Soul, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
I went to bed with Shakespeare's flowing number...
Animal Poems
The Rainbow, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Child of the sunlight,
Flower of the skies,
...
To a Hummingbird, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Tell us, tell us whence thou comest,
Little ...
Ab Initio--Ad Finem, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
Two children stood on a blackened wharf,
Watc...
The Curse of Conemaugh, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
Where's nature's breast with anguish riven,
U...
Foreshadowing, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
I look within thine eyes,
My little child,
...
Lost Art, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
O LIFE profound! Thine opening ways
Lay clear ...
The Magdalen, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
My beautiful lilies down under the snow,
Hast...
Marah, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
A year ago the moon, as now,
Crossed the sea...
Midsummer Morn, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
A wondrous blue of summer sky,
A dream of fai...
Possession, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
I I look upon the world, beloved,
Thy world...
Question--Answer, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
WINTER. The sun is waning wan and old;
The d...
Spirits in Prison, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
Hedge a lion in his lair,
Bind him fast with ...
Sweet Bells Jangled Out of Tune, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
OPHELIA IN HAMLET. Adown the soft meadow, the...
The Reign of St. Helens (1980), by Clark Crouch
On this spring morning
everything seemed quite...
At Killybegs, by Clinton Scollard
At Killybegs above the crags
The gray gulls pi...
The Call, by Clinton Scollard
O'er violet-dotted height and king-cup hollow
...
A Cicada, by Clinton Scollard
Here's a hail, O brown cicada, tuning
In the...
The Cripple, by Clinton Scollard
I have dreams of the outer islands,
Firths an...
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
On Caragh Lake, by Clinton Scollard
I On Caragh lake the evening light
Is violet ...
Rahinane, by Clinton Scollard
Wrapt in mist and washed with rain
Is the hill...
A Sea Thrall, by Clinton Scollard
The murmur and the moaning of the sea,
They m...
The Spectral Rowers, by Clinton Scollard
What is that shimmering line of white
Gliding ...
Sylvia in the Springtime, by Clinton Scollard
Voice of the youth of the year,
Wren song and...