Poetry

The Bridge of the Hundred Spans By  Gilbert Parker It was the time that the Long Divide Blooms and glows like an hour-old bride; It was the days when…

The Lily Flower By  Gilbert Parker Oh, love, it is a lily flower, (Sing, my captain, sing, my lady!) The sword shall cleave it, Life shall leave it —…

Nevertheless By  Gilbert Parker In your onward march, O men, White of face, in promise whiter, You unsheathe the sword, and then Blame the wronged as…

Athenian By  Gilbert Parker Your voice I knew, its cadences and thrill; It stilled the tumult and the overthrow When Athens trembled to the people’s …

O Flower of All the World By  Gilbert Parker O flower of all the world, O flower of all, The garden where thou dwellest is so fair, Thou art so goodl…

No Man’s Land By  Gilbert Parker Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, beyond the city gates,     The little city set upon a hill; And we have seen the jo…

Phyllis By  Gilbert Parker Phyllis, I knew you once when I was young, And travelled to your land of Arcady. Do you, of all the songs, wild songs, bef…

Suzon By  Gilbert Parker O mealman white, give me your daughter, Oh, give her to me, your sweet Suzon! O mealman dear, you can do no better, For I ha…

Annunciation By  Gilbert Parker I think in that far time when Gabriel came And gave short speech to Mary sweet and wise, That when the faint fear fad…

‘Tis Morning Now By  Gilbert Parker ‘Tis morning now, and dreams and fears are gone, And sleep has calmed the fever in my veins, And I am strong to d…

Will You Come Back Home? By  Gilbert Parker Will you come back home, where the young larks are singin’? The door is open wide, and the bells of Lynn …

Where Shall We Betake Us? By  Gilbert Parker “Where shall we betake us when the day’s work is over?         (Ah, red is the rose-bush in the lane.) H…

To the Valley By  Gilbert Parker Come hither, oh come hither, There’s a bride upon her bed; They have strewn her o’er with roses, There are roses ‘ne…

The Fates Laugh By  Gilbert Parker I did not will this thing. I set my face Towards duty and my art; I was alone. How knew I thou shouldst roll away …