Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
At Utter Loaf
... That shields me from the sun, but weaves ...
We Must Get Home
... With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,-- ...
A Glimpse Of Pan
... With vines in the wave like the vines in the breeze, ...
The Boy Patriot
... -- I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattle ...
Where The Children Used To Play
... Our sloping pasture-lands are filled with herds ...
Longfellow
... and the sea, In clamorous waves, and murmurs exquisite, ...
The Train Misser
... Like a blamed old sandwitch warped in two! ...
A Letter To A Friend
... Leaves it shorn of half its length ...
A Passing Hail
... Than the wind that waves the wheat, ...
An Autumnal Extravaganza
... Fails, and falls, and swoons away ...
To Hear Her Sing
... Them, hastening home, with smiles and tears ...
At Noon--And Midnight
... Still silently, as though he prayed, his lips moved lightly as she ...
When Evening Shadows Fall
... Whose prayerful eyes are things divine ...
When Early March Seems Middle May
... And troughs are chunked beneath the trees, ...
A Ballad
... While her features flushed and burned ...
