Sidney Lanier Poems

  • 101.  
    Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
    Then vanish, and die utterly.One would not know that rain-drops fell
  • 102.  
    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.  
    May the maiden,
    Violet-ladenOut of the violet sea,
  • 104.  
    The sun has kissed the violet sea,
    And burned the violet to a rose.O Sea! wouldst thou not better be
  • 105.  

  • 106.  
    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.  
    “Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine.
    Prim Creed, with categoric point, forbear To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
  • 108.  
    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.  
    Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
    Sore, that the song of the robin restrained himWrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
  • 110.  
    Dear Mother-Earth
    Of Titan birth,Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I
  • 111.  
    Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
    Complain no more; for these, O heart,Direct the random of the will
  • 112.  
    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.  
    The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
    And laid him kneeling at thy feet.But,-guerdon rich for favor rare!
  • 114.  
    Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
    Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expandsHis wandy circlet with his bladed bands
  • 115.  
    Read on the Fourth Commemoration Day, February, 1880.

  • 116.  
    Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies,
    Through seas of solitudes and vacancies,And through my Self, the deepest of the seas,
  • 117.  
    I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,
    With a lot o' truck for sale,Towards Macon, to git some baggin'
  • 118.  
    A rose of perfect red, embossed
    With silver sheens of crystal frost,Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost.
  • 119.  
    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.  
    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.  
    In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
    Two springs that with unbroken flowForever pour their lucent streams
  • 122.  
    Written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”.

  • 123.  
    Over the monstrous shambling sea,
    Over the Caliban sea,Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
  • 124.  
    Were silver pink, and had a soul,
    Which soul were shy, which shyness mightA visible influence be, and roll
  • 125.  
    “If life were caught by a clarionet,
    And a wild heart, throbbing in the reed,Should thrill its joy and trill its fret,
  • 126.  
    Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
    On stepping-stones of epochs, that upriseFixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows
  • 127.  
    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.  
    “So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
    That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
  • 129.  
    That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
    He had this pint about him:He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
  • 130.  
    Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880.

  • 131.  
    Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud:
    Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
  • 132.  
    Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
    And dasheth thee and me apart.I sweep out seaward:- be thou brave.
  • 133.  

  • 134.  
    “To heal his heart of long-time pain
    One day Prince Love for to travel was fain With Ministers Mind and Sense.
  • 135.  
    What heartache-ne'er a hill!
    Inexorable, vapid, vague and chillThe drear sand-levels drain my spirit low.
  • 136.  
    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.  
    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.  
    Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats.

  • 139.  
    My soul is sailing through the sea,
    But the Past is heavy and hindereth me.The Past hath crusted cumbrous shells
  • 140.  
    He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
    Night's finger on the lip of lifeBids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife,
  • 141.  
    My crippled sense fares bow'd along
    His uncompanioned way,And wronged by death pays life with wrong
  • 142.  
    Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
    Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nachMit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
  • 143.  
    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.  

  • 145.  
    Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
    Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing stillThy silver passages of sacred lands,
  • 146.  
    Sail fast, sail fast,
    Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
  • 147.  
    “Hey, rose, just born
    Twin to a thorn;Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
  • 148.  
    Once, at night, in the manor wood
    My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could
  • 149.  
    By Sidney and Clifford Lanier.

  • 150.  
    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

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You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
And happy is the lover.

'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
But better late than never;
I shall have lived a little while

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