Sidney Lanier Poems
- 101. Souls And Rain-drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.One would not know that rain-drops fell
- 102. Song For The Jacquerie: The Hound Was Cuffed, The Hound Was Kicked
The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked,
O' the ears was cropped, o' the tail was nicked,(All.) Oo-hoo-o, howled the hound.
- 103. Song For The Jacquerie: May The Maiden
May the maiden,
Violet-ladenOut of the violet sea,
- 104. Song For The Jacquerie: Betrayal
The sun has kissed the violet sea,
And burned the violet to a rose.O Sea! wouldst thou not better be
- 105. Rose-morals
- 106. Resurrection
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river
Where in the early fall long grasses wave,Light winds from over the moorland sink and shiver
- 107. Remonstrance
“Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine.
Prim Creed, with categoric point, forbear To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
- 108. Psalm Of The West
Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
Tall Adam of lands, new-made of the dust of the West;Thou wroughtest alone in the Garden of God, unblest
- 109. Owl Against Robin
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
Sore, that the song of the robin restrained himWrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
- 110. Our Hills
Of Titan birth,Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I
- 111. Opposition
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain no more; for these, O heart,Direct the random of the will
- 112. On Violet’s Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white
As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young Violet's dreaming eyes
- 113. On Huntingdon’s Miranda
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him kneeling at thy feet.But,-guerdon rich for favor rare!
- 114. On A Palmetto
Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expandsHis wandy circlet with his bladed bands
- 115. Ode To The Johns Hopkins University
Read on the Fourth Commemoration Day, February, 1880.
- 116. Nirvana
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies,
Through seas of solitudes and vacancies,And through my Self, the deepest of the seas,
- 117. Nine From Eight
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,
With a lot o' truck for sale,Towards Macon, to git some baggin'
- 118. Nilsson
A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost.
- 119. Night And Day
The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
- 120. Night
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day.
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,Exchanging kingdoms, East and West, alway.
- 121. My Springs
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with unbroken flowForever pour their lucent streams
- 122. Martha Washington
Written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”.
- 123. Marsh Song—at Sunset
Over the monstrous shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
- 124. Marsh Hymns, Between Dawn And Sunrise
Were silver pink, and had a soul,
Which soul were shy, which shyness mightA visible influence be, and roll
- 125. Life And Song
“If life were caught by a clarionet,
And a wild heart, throbbing in the reed,Should thrill its joy and trill its fret,
- 126. Laus Mariæ
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
On stepping-stones of epochs, that upriseFixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows
- 127. Laughter In The Senate
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand;He mutters, prone on the barren sand,
- 128. June Dreams, In January
“So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
- 129. Jones’s Private Argyment
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
- 130. Ireland
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880.
- 131. Individuality
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud:
Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
- 132. In The Foam
Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart.I sweep out seaward:- be thou brave.
- 133. In Absence
- 134. How Love Looked For Hell
“To heal his heart of long-time pain
One day Prince Love for to travel was fain With Ministers Mind and Sense.
- 135. From The Flats
What heartache-ne'er a hill!
Inexorable, vapid, vague and chillThe drear sand-levels drain my spirit low.
- 136. Corn
To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
- 137. Control
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee
And make thee harrow all my spirit's glebe.Of old the blind bard Herve sang so sweet
- 138. Clover
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats.
- 139. Barnacles
My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and hindereth me.The Past hath crusted cumbrous shells
- 140. Baby Charley
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
Night's finger on the lip of lifeBids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife,
- 141. At First: To Charlotte Cushman
My crippled sense fares bow'd along
His uncompanioned way,And wronged by death pays life with wrong
- 142. An Frau Nannette Falk-auerbach
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nachMit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
- 143. An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
- 144. Acknowledgment
- 145. A Sunrise Song
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing stillThy silver passages of sacred lands,
- 146. A Song Of The Future
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
- 147. A Song Of Love
“Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
- 148. A Song Of Eternity In Time
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could
- 149. A Sea-shore Grave: To M. J. L.
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier.
- 150. A Florida Sunday
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas
Oft come repenting tempests here to die;Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies,
Total 154 poems written by Sidney Lanier