Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

Henry Van Dyke Poems

1. A Ballad Of Santa Claus 12/14/2015
2. The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet 2/23/2016
3. Bitter-Sweet 2/27/2016
4. A Parable Of Immortality 11/28/2014
5. Gone From My Sight 11/28/2014
6. Milton 1/3/2003
7. Remarks About Kings 1/3/2003
8. The Veery 3/31/2010
9. The Hermit Thrush 1/3/2003
10. Jeanne D'Arc Returns 1/3/2003
11. The Bells Of Malines 1/3/2003
12. Shelley 1/3/2003
13. The Heavenly Hills Of Holland 1/3/2003
14. Patria 1/3/2003
15. The Empty Quatrain 1/3/2003
16. Portrait And Reality 1/3/2003
17. Sea-Gulls Of Manhattan 1/3/2003
18. The Name Of France 1/3/2003
19. The Black Birds 1/3/2003
20. The Vain King 1/3/2003
21. The Mocking-Bird 1/3/2003
22. The Ancestral Dwelling 1/3/2003
23. The Oxford Thrushes 1/3/2003
24. Liberty Enlightening The World 1/3/2003
25. Sicily, December 1908 1/3/2003
26. The Statue Of Sherman By St. Gaudens 1/3/2003
27. Keats 1/3/2003
28. Mare Liberum 1/3/2003
29. Spring In The South 1/3/2003
30. Pan Learns Music 1/3/2003
31. The Window 1/3/2003
32. Hesper 1/3/2003
33. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
34. The Red Flower 1/3/2003
35. The Foolish Fir-Tree 1/3/2003
36. Francis Makemie 1/3/2003
37. Nepenthe 1/3/2003
38. Late Spring 1/3/2003
39. Lights Out 1/3/2003
40. Ameria's Welcome Home 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

Time Is

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

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Dulcis Memoria

Long, long ago I heard a little song,
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
So lowly, slowly wound the tune along,
That far into my heart it found the way:
A melody consoling and endearing;
And still, in silent hours, I'm often hearing
The small, sweet song that does not die away.

Long, long ago I saw a little flower,--

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