Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

41. Indian Summer 1/3/2003
42. Inscriptions For A Friend's House 1/3/2003
43. Jeanne D'Arc 1/3/2003
44. Jeanne D'Arc Returns 1/3/2003
45. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion 1/3/2003
46. Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee 1/3/2003
47. Katrina's Sun-Dial 1/3/2003
48. Keats 1/3/2003
49. Late Spring 1/3/2003
50. Liberty Enlightening The World 1/3/2003
51. Life 1/3/2003
52. Light Between The Trees 1/3/2003
53. Lights Out 1/3/2003
54. Longfellow 1/3/2003
55. Love 1/3/2003
56. Love In A Look 1/3/2003
57. Love's Nearness 1/3/2003
58. Love's Reason 1/3/2003
59. Mare Liberum 1/3/2003
60. Master Of Music 1/3/2003
61. Might And Right 1/3/2003
62. Milton 1/3/2003
63. Mother Earth 1/3/2003
64. Music 1/3/2003
65. My April Lady 1/3/2003
66. National Monuments 1/3/2003
67. Nepenthe 1/3/2003
68. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
69. One World 1/3/2003
70. Pan Learns Music 1/3/2003
71. Patria 1/3/2003
72. Peace 1/3/2003
73. Portrait And Reality 1/3/2003
74. Reliance 1/3/2003
75. Remarks About Kings 1/3/2003
76. Robert Browning 1/3/2003
77. Sea-Gulls Of Manhattan 1/3/2003
78. Shelley 1/3/2003
79. Sicily, December 1908 1/3/2003
80. Spring In The South 1/3/2003
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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