A Collection of Poems

If, gracious God, in life’s green ardent year, A thousand times thy patient love I tried; With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sear...

So long you wandered on the dusky plain, Where flit the shadows with their endless cry, You reach the shore where all the world goes by, You...

Chorus: Come, my friend, to meet the bride;  let us welcome the Sabbath. “Ob​serve” and “Rememb​er,” in a single command,  the One God annou...

Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night

Just as a little olive offshoot grows Beneath its orchard elders’ shady rows, No budding leaf as yet, no branching limb, Only a rod uprising...

I know not, lady, by what nameless charm  Those looks, that voice, that smile, have each the power  Of kindling loftier thoughts, and feelin...

Dear little Slavic Sappho, we had thought, Hearing thy songs so sweetly, deftly wrought, That thou shouldst have an heritage one day Beyond ...

Oh,—show—no vain triumph o’er thy neighbors! They—may—lay snares for thy shameful fall:

My lady now no more takes pleasure  privily with me perpending —  Alack for pains that are unending!

Faith is a living pow’r from Heav’n That grasps the promise God hath giv’n, A trust that cannot be o’erthrown, Fixed heartily on Christ alon...

The fervent lustre of the evening ray Behind the western hills now died away, And night, ascending from the dim-brow'd east, The twiligh...

The life above, the life on high,  Alone is life in verity;  Nor can we life at all enjoy  Till this poor life is o'er. 

O spirit pure, purer in realms above  Than whilst thou tarriedst in this vale of pain,  Why hast thou treated me with cold disdain.  Nor, as...

From the pleasure, joy, and rapture of this hour, In its frame to hold its soul earth scarce hath power. Rent its collar, like the dawning, ...

Night settles on this mountain village; a dog barks way over there.

O ripe bosom white that steadily before mine eyes So dearly drifts, like the clear reflection At the source of the Rhine of the purest snow ...

Thou hast constrained mine eyes, unholy Death, To watch my dear child breathe her dying breath: To watch thee shake the fruit unripe and cli...

Between the isle and Ethiopia's land A narrow current laves each adverse strand; Close by the margin where the green tide flows, Full to...

Do not reproach me, ladies, if I’ve loved, if I have felt a thousand torches’ fires, a thousand ills, a thousand fierce desires,

So, thou hast scorned me, my delight and heir; Thy father's halls, then, were not broad and fair Enough for thee to dwell here longer, s...