Queen Elizabeth SpeaksMy hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold. So...
Mid-ocean in War-time （For My Mother） The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel an enc...
In Memory of Rupert Brooke In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs ...
The New School （For My Mother） The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet Are still with a stillness that is too drear t...
Easter Week （In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett） （"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave."） William Bu...
The Cathedral of Rheims （From the French of Emile Verhaeren） He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appe...
Kings （For the Rev. James B. Dollard） The Kings of the earth are men of might, And cities are burned for their delight, And the skies rain death in th...
The White Ships and the Red （For Alden March） With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside a sunles...
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL O BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain！ America！ Americ...
YELLOW CLOVER MUST I, who walk alone, come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants To play with, Our wee, go...