Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

81. Storm-Music 1/3/2003
82. The Ancestral Dwelling 1/3/2003
83. The Bells Of Malines 1/3/2003
84. The Black Birds 1/3/2003
85. The Empty Quatrain 1/3/2003
86. The Foolish Fir-Tree 1/3/2003
87. The Gentle Traveller 1/3/2003
88. The Glory Of Ships 1/3/2003
89. The Heavenly Hills Of Holland 1/3/2003
90. The Hermit Thrush 1/3/2003
91. The Message 1/3/2003
92. The Mocking-Bird 1/3/2003
93. The Name Of France 1/3/2003
94. The Oxford Thrushes 1/3/2003
95. The Price Of Peace 1/3/2003
96. The Proud Lady 1/3/2003
97. The Red Flower 1/3/2003
98. The Statue Of Sherman By St. Gaudens 1/3/2003
99. The Sun-Dial At Wells College 1/3/2003
100. The Vain King 1/3/2003
101. The Veery 3/31/2010
102. The White Bees 1/3/2003
103. The Wind Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
104. The Window 1/3/2003
105. They Who Tread The Path Of Labor 1/3/2003
106. Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1/3/2003
107. Time Is 1/3/2003
108. To James Whitcomb Riley 1/3/2003
109. To Julia Marlowe 1/3/2003
110. Twilight In The Alps 1/3/2003
111. Two Schools 1/3/2003
112. Undine 1/3/2003
113. Urbs Coronata 1/3/2003
114. Victor Hugo 1/3/2003
115. War-Music 1/3/2003
116. Without Disguise 1/3/2003
117. Wordsworth 1/3/2003
118. Work 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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Pan Learns Music

Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? "Listen," said Pan, --
"Out of a river-reed music for man!"

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