#Pennsylvania
Like a long arrow through the dark… Bearing me far away, after a perfe… Wakeful with all the sad—sweet mem… I lift the narrow window—shade and… Lonely the land unknown, and like…
“Lights out” along the land, “Lights out” upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O’er peaceful towns where children… And peaceful ships that darkly cre…
I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, “Go out,” I said, “and learn the… Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again:
PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of tha… When, pierced with pain and bitter… She knew her Love and saw her Lor… Then breathed her wonder and her w…
The glory of ships is an old, old… since the days when the sea—rovers… In their open boats through the ro… and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on t…
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…
When Stiivoren town was in its pr… And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With costly merchantry. A lady dwelt in that rich town,
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fa… With flowers beneath, above with s… And set thine altars everywhere,— On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream…
Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…
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…
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice;
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and h… Invite the fearless foot to scale Their stairway toward the sky. The restless, deep, dividing sea
Dear to my heart are the ancestral… Dearer than if they were haunted b… These are the homes that were buil… They are simple enough to be great… I love the old white farmhouses ne…
The melancholy gift Aurora gained From Jove, that her sad lover sho… The face of death, no goddess aske… My Keats! But when the crimson bl… Thy pillow, thou didst read the fa…
The heavenly hills of Holland,— How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue and purple hollows,
