Poems

Lo! Dreamland’s terrible array, Advances still--Away, away!-- Down through the dark Cimmerian glen Stained with the blood of murdered men, Far from the beams of the friendly sun...

The clock struck ten, the carriages drew up before the gate, The ton display their quality by coming rather late. A crowd it was, you may be sure, of opulence and fashion, For M...

By those banks, that once bloomed like an Eden of joy The fiend of Disunion stalked forth to destroy, Our rich teeming harvests he swept in his wrath, And the blaze of our dwell...

Bring forth the bowl within whose round No heart-consuming draught is found, But berries glittering with the dew Which south winds o’er the gardens strew, Sweet souvenirs of Par...

Thus far without impediment I got, My sleek Pegasus on an easy gallop, Or ambling steady or on cosy trot Smooth-scudding o’er the airy fields of thought, As a Venetian gondola o...

Of what avail, if thus we err, Our gifts of frankincense and myrrh, Prayers, mummery, and holy water, To cleanse the air from smell of slaughter, And psalms, and organ chants so...

The poems here collected are in the main reprints of pieces that originally appeared in various newspapers and periodicals, beginning with the Louisville Journal in the late ’50...

From Khartoum’s streets red with his blood Went Gordon’s soul to greet his God; Long had he served his Master well-- What mattered where or how he fell? Thou, Gordon, canst not...