Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
North And South
... And the dusk fell like a sweet face in a swoon ...
To An Importunate Ghost
... Thou wouldst escape, flee whilst thou canst!--Revile ...
The Drum
... Come thy wild reverberations in a throe that shakes the ground, ...
The Wandering Jew
... And scourge and plague that promised rest ...
The Lost Path
... And though at last the gloom of night fell o'er them, ...
Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885
... and unlaced his helm, and ungirdled his sword, and laid him down to sleep upon ...
To The Serenader
... Flash it down the fretted strings ...
Little Dick And The Clock
... And he _heard_ it say "Sick!" ...
Bedouin
... That throned me high, with shriek and song! ...
We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile
... Though we wear a fair face and are gay, ...
The Rose
... The priceless worth of the flower that knows ...
Dawn, Noon And Dewfall
... In the wheat like sparks o' things feller keeps a-thinkin':-- ...
"A Brave Refrain"
... And the pump sounds hoarse and the handle squeaks ...
Laughter Holding Both His Sides
... Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes ...
The Blossoms On The Trees
... From sunny skies, to tintings drowned ...
