#Pennsylvania
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
Let me but feel thy look’s embrace… Transparent, pure, and warm, And I’ll not ask to touch thy fac… Or fold thee with mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise…
To thee, plain hero of a rugged ra… We bring the meed of praise too lo… Thy fearless word and faithful wor… For God’s Republic firmer path an… In this New World: thou hast proc…
Knight—errant of the Never—ending… And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled… For ever tuning thy frail earthly… To some unearthly music, and posse… With painful passionate longing to…
O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far—renowned; In wealth and power thou hast pass… Thy rivals at a bound; And now thou art a queen, New Yor…
I think of thee, when golden sunbe… Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moo… I think of thee. I see thy form, when down the dist…
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And every breeze that brings to he… The fragrance of the rose.
In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…
If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…
Limber—limbed, lazy god, stretched… Where is sweet Echo, and where is… What are you making here? “Listen… “Out of a river—reed music for man…
Mother of all the high—strung poet… Mother of all the grass that weave… Mother of all the manifold forms o… Silent brooder and nurse of lyrica… Out of thee, yea, surely out of th…
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line,
Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…
Oh, quick to feel the lightest tou… Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart,
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
