Acanthus (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Acanthus By Frank Oliver Call Beneath the sculptured marble portico Of a Greek temple, white against the sky, Carved capitals on pillars ris…
Frank Oliver Call
Birds (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Birds By Frank Oliver Call I lie beneath a dark green pine Where sunbeams scarcely ever shine, And if I'm still as still can be Shy forest birds…
Rheims (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Rheims By Frank Oliver Call In royal splendour rose the house of prayer, Its mystic gloom arched over by the flight Of soaring vault; above …
Peace (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Peace By Frank Oliver Call Now Peace at last is hovering o'er the world On silver wings, and golden trumpets blow. Home from the long cr…
Japanese Love-Songs (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
Japanese Love-Songs (In the Hokku manner) By Frank Oliver Call (1) The white lotus-flower Grows in the depths of the pool, Love grows in my heart. (…
In a Belgian Garden (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
In a Belgian Garden By Frank Oliver Call Once in a Belgian garden, (Ah, many months ago!) I saw like pale Madonnas The tall white lilies blo…
The Madonna (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Madonna By Frank Oliver Call She shivered and crouched in the immigrant shed In the midst of the surging crowd; Her hands were warped with t…
The Foundry (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Foundry By Frank Oliver Call Two monsters, Iron and Coal, Sleep in the darkness. A poisonous scarlet breath blows over them, And they awake hiss…
You Went Away in Summertime (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
You Went Away in Summertime By Frank Oliver Call You went away in summertime When leaves and flowers were young, And birds still lingered in the…
The Ships of Memory (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Ships of Memory By Frank Oliver Call The silent ships of memory creep Across the seas of long ago; Like phantoms, on a tideless deep, Th…
The Frozen Brook (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Frozen Brook By Frank Oliver Call The winter woods lie gray and still Beneath the dreary sunless skies, The brook that rippled down the hill…
The Mystic (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Mystic By Frank Oliver Call The mystic sits by the sacred stream Watching the sun as it mounts the sky; And life to him is a haunting dream …
The Answer (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Answer By Frank Oliver Call Why do I lie upon the ground And listen to the silver sound Of water flowing from a spring? It sings a song I cannot…
The Indifferent Ones (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)
The Indifferent Ones By Frank Oliver Call Unmoved they sit by the stream of life And its blood-red tide to the sea goes down, While the hosts ar…