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The White Ships And The Red
With drooping sail and pennantThat never a wind may reach,They float in sunless watersBeside a sunless beach.Their mighty masts and funnelsAre white..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Visitation
There is a wall of flesh before the eyesOf John, who yet perceives and hails his King.It is Our Lady's painful bliss to bringBefore mankind the Glory..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Twelve-Forty-Five
Within the Jersey City shedThe engine coughs and shakes its head,The smoke, a plume of red and white,Waves madly in the face of night.And now the..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Thorn
The garden of God is a radiant place,And every flower has a holy face:Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod,But Saint Michael is the thorn..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Snowman In The Yard
The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone,And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas;In..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Singing Girl
There was a little maidenIn blue and silver drest,She sang to God in HeavenAnd God within her breast.It flooded me with pleasure,It pierced me like a..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Rosary
Not on the lute, nor harp of many stringsShall all men praise the Master of all song.Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;And skilled must..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Robe Of Christ
At the foot of the Cross on CalvaryThree soldiers sat and diced,And one of them was the DevilAnd he won the Robe of Christ.When the Devil comes in..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Proud Poet
One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed,His eyes were full of laughter for his heart was full of crime.'Why don't you take up fancy work..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The New School
The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feetAre still with a stillness that is too drear to seem like holiday,And never a..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The House With Nobody In It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie trackI go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.I suppose I've passed it a hundred..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Fourth Shepherd
(For Thomas Walsh)IOn nights like this the huddled sheepAre like white clouds upon the grass,And merry herdsmen guard their sleepAnd chat and watch..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Cathedral Of Rheims
He who walks through the meadows of ChampagneAt noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear,Sees it draw nearLike some great mountain set upon the..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Big Top
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heartAnd I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.I take off my hat to..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Apartment House
Severe against the pleasant arc of skyThe great stone box is cruelly displayed.The street becomes more dreary from its shade,And vagrant breezes..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Annunciation
'Hail Mary, full of grace,' the Angel saith.Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed;She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named,Her mortal flesh bears..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Thanksgiving
The roar of the world is in my ears.Thank God for the roar of the world!Thank God for the mighty tide of fearsAgainst me always hurled!Thank God for..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Stars
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
St. Laurence
Within the broken VaticanThe murdered Pope is lying dead.The soldiers of ValerianTheir evil hands are wet and red.Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
St. Alexis
Patron of BeggarsWe who beg for bread as we daily treadCountry lane and city street,Let us kneel and pray on the broad highwayTo the saint with the..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy
Her lips' remark was: 'Oh, you kid!'Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):'O king of realms of endless joy,My own, my golden grocer's boy,I am a..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Roses
(For Katherine Bregy)I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.I got an hundred roses, the..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Roofs
The road is wide and the stars are outand the breath of the night is sweet,And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.But I'm..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Queen Elizabeth Speaks
My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold,My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.So after aeons of flame..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Prayer Of A Soldier In France
My shoulders ache beneath my pack(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).I march with feet that burn and smart(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).Men shout..
©  Alfred Joyce Kilmer