Sidney Lanier

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master – Sidney Lanier

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master – Sidney Lanier

Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And... »

Clover by Sidney Lanier

Clover by Sidney Lanier

Dear uplands, Chester’s favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one— A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all, Fair tilth and fruitful seasons! Lo, how still! The midmorn empties you of men, save me; Speak to your lover, meadows! None can hear. I lie as lies yon placid Brandywine, ... »

I made me a Song by Sidney Lanier

I made me a Song by Sidney Lanier

I made me a song of serenade, And I stole in the Night, in the Night, To the window of the world where man slept light, And I sang: O my Love, my Love, my Fellow Man, My Love. Hits: 4 »

The Dyspeptic by Sidney Lanier

The Dyspeptic by Sidney Lanier

Frown, quoth my lord Stomach, And I lowered. Quarrel, quoth my lord Liver, And I lashed my wife and children, Till at the breakfast-table Hell sat laughing on the egg-cup. Lie awake all night, quoth my two Masters, And I tossed, and swore, and beat the pillow, And kicked with disgust, And slammed ev... »

The Waving of the Corn by Sidney Lanier

The Waving of the Corn by Sidney Lanier

Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved a-field, In cool green radius twice my length may be— Scanting the corn thy furrows else might yield, To pleasure August, bees, fair thoughts, and me, That here come oft toge... »

While I Lie Here by Sidney Lanier

While I Lie Here by Sidney Lanier

While I lie here under the tree, Comes a strange insect and poises an instant at my cheek, And lays his antennæ there upon my skin, Then perceiving that I have nothing of nutriment for him, He leaves me with a quiet indifference which, do all I can, Crushes me more than the whole world’s sarca... »