Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
In Ambush
... For, fain to smite her through and through, ...
The May Sky
... Whose brightening rifts, methinks, are grand ...
Song I
... When front her lattice, silvery bright, ...
The Little Saint
... Still, when the ritual's almost out ...
Song IV
... Near, near, till her heart-throbs blend with mine, ...
The Arctic Visitation
... Through which, methought, quick, tremulous wings were heard ...
In A Spring Garden
... What flower that drinks the south wind's breath, ...
Will And I
... Will and I; While the glowing sunbeams bless us, ...
I. On The Chivalry Of The Present Time
... From tears, and blood, and anguish, thou hast brought ...
Bayard Taylor (Upon Death)
... Like some waste low-land, crossed by wandering streams ...
Two Songs
... When the great deeps are sundered and stirred, ...
The True Heaven
... Through widening ethers stretched abroad, ...
A Thousand Years From Now
... These souls shall fare, in what strange sphere, ...
Senex To His Friend
... That night called death which shrouds our bodies breathless ...
To Alexander H. Stephens
... Through thy frail form, there burn divinely strong ...
