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The First Bluebirds
THE poor earth was so winter-marred,Harried by storm so long,It seemed no spring could mend her,No tardy sunshine renderAtonement for such wrong.Snow..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Death Of Olaf Tryggvision
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared within..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Wings
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipped and roseWhere tossing crests like Alpine snowsWould shimmer and entice;A stormy petrel, Judas soul,Dark wanderer..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Pigeon Post
White wing, white wing,Lily of the air,What word dost bring,On whose errand fare?Red word, red word,Snowy plumes abhor.I, Christ's own bird,Do the..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Night And Morning
THE night was loud with tumult; trees were tornSheer from their roots by the delirious wind;In some waste dreamland wandered all forlornA smitten..
© Katharine Lee Bates
White Moments
THE best of life, what is it but white moments?Those swift illuminations when we seeThe flying shadows on the fragrant meadowsAs God beholds them..
© Katharine Lee Bates
When The Millennium Comes
WHEN the Millennium comesOnly the kings will fight,While the princes beat the drums,And the queens in aprons white,Arnica bottle in hand,Watch their..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Red Cross Nurse
ONE summer day, gleaming in memory,We drove, my Joy and I,Through fragrant hawthorn lanesGold-fringed with wisps of ryeBrushed off the harvest..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Mother
'MOTHER! Mother!' he called as he fellIn the horror thereOf a bursting shellThat strewed red flesh on the air.Far away over sea and land:The knitting..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Soldiers To Pacifists
NOT ours to clamor shame on you,Nor fling a bitter blame on you,Nor brand a cruel name on you,That evil name of treason,You who have heard the ivory..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Robin’s Secret
’T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather,For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell.I ’ve a secret. You..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Little Knight In Green
WHAT fragrant-footed comerIs stepping o’er my head?Behold, my queen! the Summer!Who deems her warriors dead.Now rise, ye knights of many fights,From..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Presence Chamber
(Switzerland)BEHOLD a temple builded not by hands.Columns of mist, all shimmering with sun,Stream heavenward from the deep-cut vales that runBetween..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Conqueror
Not the Prussian, the forsworn,By whose fury overborne,Martyred Belgium, you lieBruised with all injury.Through your peace red paths he..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The End Of May
THE fragrant air is full of down,Of floating, fleecy thingsFrom some forgotten fairy townWhere all the folk wear wings.Or else the snowflakes, soft..
© Katharine Lee Bates
To Canada
OUR neighbor of the undefended bound,Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin,Fellow adventurer on the enchanted groundOf the New World, must..
© Katharine Lee Bates
To Peace
THE cup, the ruby cupWhence anguish drips,At last is lifted upAgainst our lips.Though we, till seas run dry,Your lovers are,How can we put it by,Red..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Marching Feet
THESE August nights, hushed but for drowsy peepOf fledglings, tremble with a strange vibration,A sound too far for hearing, sullen, dire,Shaking the..
© Katharine Lee Bates
When Cap'N Tom Comes Home
WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chestIs opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foamTossed on far shores, by us to be possessedWhen Cap'n Tom..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Submarine That Sank The
SPINDRIFT white shall her victims standOn the ivory quay, untrodBy living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand,To point her out to God.The Babies Of The..
© Katharine Lee Bates
To Italy
BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shrewd a blow,Drooping thy golden wing like wounded plover,What great, grieved faces o'er the battle hover,Patriot..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Thracian Stone
'The faieries gave him the propertie of the Thracian stone; for who toucheth it is exempted from griefe.'The fairies to his cradle came to play their..
© Katharine Lee Bates
Matthew Arnold On Hearing Him Read His Poems In Boston
A stranger, schooled to gentle arts,He stept before the curious throng;His path into our waiting heartsAlready paved by song.Full well we knew his..
© Katharine Lee Bates
In August
BESIDE the country road with truant graceWild carrot lifts its circles of white lace.From vines whose interwoven branches drapeThe old stone walls..
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Sunset, Woven Of Soft Lights
THE sunset, woven of soft lightsAnd tender colors, lingers late,As looking back on all day's dreary plights,Compassionate;— The foolish day of hopes..
© Katharine Lee Bates