We went out of our minds with the easy life,
Wine from morning on, hungover by evening,
How can I keep this idle gaiety,
Your blush, O drunken plague?

(For Amelia Josephine Burr)The road is wide and the stars are out
and the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.
But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my

When The Boys Come Home

© John Hay

There's a happy time coming,

When the boys come home.

Wealth

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Aline)From what old ballad, or from what rich frame
Did you descend to glorify the earth?
Was it from Chaucer's singing book you came?
Or did Watteau's small brushes give you birth?

Hymn XV: Happy the Souls to Jesus Joined

© Charles Wesley

Happy the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone,
Walking in all his ways they find
Their heaven on earth begun.

The House with Nobody in It

© Joyce Kilmer

Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for
a minute

The Convalescent

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O strange, O sweetly warm
Falls the sunshine on my cheek.
I taste the cordial North;
In the pines I hear him speak.

Stars

© Joyce Kilmer

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?
As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through,
Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?

Apology

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Eleanor Rogers Cox)For blows on the fort of evil
That never shows a breach,
For terrible life-long races
To a goal no foot can reach,

The Singing Girl

© Joyce Kilmer

(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.)There was a little maiden
In blue and silver drest,
She sang to God in Heaven
And God within her breast.

The Seed Market

Can you find another market like this?

Where,

In Memory

© Joyce Kilmer

I
Serene and beautiful and very wise,
Most erudite in curious Grecian lore,
You lay and read your learned books, and bore

Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVI

Yet so it was. Adrian had hardly set
His lips to those cold lips where death had been,
His eyes those clammy eyelids scarce had wet
With his warm tears and poured his soul between,

The Snowman in the Yard

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Thomas Augustine Daly)The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars
and steps of stone,
And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across
the seas;