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American Literature – Children Books – American Poetry – Henry Van Dyke – Poems by Henry Van Dyke
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Music
I Prelude
Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that wild night
When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight,
She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart, … Continue Reading …
II Invocation
Where wilt thou lead me first?
In what still region
Of thy domain, … Continue Reading …
III Play Song
O lead me by the hand,
And let my heart have rest,
And bring me back to childhood land, … Continue Reading …
IV Sleep Song
Forget, forget!
The tide of life is turning;
The waves of light ebb slowly down the west: … Continue Reading …
V Hunting Song
Out of the garden of playtime, out of the bower of rest,
Fain would I follow at daytime, music that calls to a quest.
Hark, how the galloping measure … Continue Reading …
VI Dance-Music
Now let the sleep-tune blend with the play-tune,
Weaving the mystical spell of the dance;
Lighten the deep tune, soften the gay tune, … Continue Reading …
VII War-Music
Break off! Dance no more!
Danger is at the door.
Music is in arms. … Continue Reading …
VIII The Symphony
Music, they do thee wrong who say thine art
Is only to enchant the sense.
For every timid motion of the heart, … Continue Reading …
IX Iris
Light to the eye and Music to the ear,—
These are the builders of the bridge that springs
From earth’s dim shore of half-remembered things … Continue Reading …
X Sea and Shore
Music, I yield to thee
As swimmer to the sea,
I give my spirit to the flood of song! … Continue Reading …
Master of Music
Glory architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song,— … Continue Reading …
The Pipes o’ Pan
Great Nature had a million words,
In tongues of trees and songs of birds, … Continue Reading …
To a Young Girl Singing
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear,
And how have you made it your own?
You have caught the turn of the melody clear, … Continue Reading …
The Old Flute
The time will come when I no more can play
This polished flute: the stops will not obey
My gnarled fingers; and the air it weaves … Continue Reading …
The First Bird o’ Spring
Winter on Mount Shasta,
April down below;
Golden hours of glowing sun, … Continue Reading …
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