Henry Abbey Poems
|2.||Along The Nile||4/26/2012|
|5.||By Hudson's Tide||4/26/2012|
|12.||In Memory Of General Grant||9/21/2010|
|13.||Invocation To The Sun||4/26/2012|
|17.||On A Great Warrior||9/21/2010|
|19.||Science And The Soul||4/26/2012|
|20.||The Age Of Good||4/26/2012|
|21.||The Bedouin's Rebuke||4/26/2012|
|22.||The Drawbridge Keeper||4/26/2012|
|24.||The French Marshall||4/26/2012|
|25.||The King And The Naiad||4/26/2012|
|26.||The Long Regret||4/26/2012|
|27.||The Patriot's Courage||4/26/2012|
|29.||The Roman Sentinal||4/26/2012|
|30.||The Singer's Alms||4/26/2012|
|33.||The Sunken City||4/26/2012|
|35.||To A Blue Hepatica||4/26/2012|
|36.||To Baffle Time||4/26/2012|
|38.||What Do We Plant?||9/21/2010|
|39.||While The Days Go By||4/26/2012|
The Drawbridge Keeper
Drecker, a drawbridge keeper, opened wide
The dangerous gate to let the vessel through;
His little son was standing by his side,
Above Passaic River deep and blue,
While in the distance, like a moan of pain,
Was heard the whistle of the coming train.
At once brave Drecker worked to swing it back,
The gate-like bridge that seems a gate of death;
Nearer and nearer, on the slender track,
Came the swift engine, puffing its white breath.
Then, with a shriek, the loving father saw
His darling boy fall headlong from the draw!
Either at once down in the ...
O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky,
Look down upon the whirling world, for thou art up so high,
And tell me where my Donald is who sailed across the sea,
And make a path of silver light to lead him back to me.
O white, white, bright moon, thy cheek is coldly fair;
A little cloud beside thee seems thy wildly floating hair;
And if thou wouldst not have me wan, and pale, and cold like thee,
Go, make a mighty tide to draw my Donald back to me.