All Poems
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The Hope Of My Heart
© John McCrae
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
I prayed that God might have her in His care
And sight.
Tescott
© William Herbert Carruth
Somewhere out West there lies a sloping plain
That looks across the winding river track
The Harvest Of The Sea
© John McCrae
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song
Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.
Song of the Stars
© William Cullen Bryant
"Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, -
The fair blue fields that before us lie, -
Each sun with the worlds that round him roll,
Each planet poised on her turning pole;
With her isles of green and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.
The Dying Of Pere Pierre
© John McCrae
". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."
Chronicle.
The Dead Master
© John McCrae
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.
The First Rule Of Golf
© Edgar Albert Guest
(In which Ye Ed attempts the millionaire's game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf.)
The Captain
© John McCrae
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide,
Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain,
A masterless hulk that was a ship of pride,
Yet unashamed: her memories remain.
Roadside Flowers
© Bliss William Carman
WE are the roadside flowers,
Straying from garden grounds,
Lovers of idle hours,
Breakers of ordered bounds.
"Je pense à toi"
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Je pense à toi mon Lou ton cur est ma caserne
Mes sens sont tes chevaux ton souvenir est ma luzerne
The Anxious Dead
© John McCrae
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
Above their heads the legions pressing on:
(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
Slumber Songs
© John McCrae
Sleep, little eyes
That brim with childish tears amid thy play,
Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh
Against the joys that throng thy coming day.
To Daisies
© Francis Thompson
Ah, drops of gold in whitening flame
Burning, we know your lovely name -
Recompense
© John McCrae
Ere harvest time, upon earth's peaceful breast
Each laid him down among the unreaping dead.
"Labour hath other recompense than rest,
Else were the toiler like the fool," I said;
"God meteth him not less, but rather more
Because he sowed and others reaped his store."
Hyperion (In German)
© Stefan Anton George
Ich kam zur heimat: solch gewog von blüten
Empfing mich nie .. ein pochen war im feld
Quebec
© John McCrae
Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong --
Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, --
"The spoils unto the conquerors belong.
Who winneth me must win me by the sword."
Stanzas On Freedom
© James Russell Lowell
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
Penance
© John McCrae
My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
The peace of death.
But the Greatest of These is Charity
© George Essex Evans
Give: we are pawns upon the board;
We see not how Fates dice are thrown.
The life swung by a trembling cord
Might be your own.
