John Hay

(8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)

John Hay Poems

1. Two On The Terrace 1/4/2003
2. The Vision Of Saint Peter 1/4/2003
3. Too Late 1/4/2003
4. Twilight On Sandusky Marsh 1/4/2003
5. Vespers 1/4/2003
6. To One Absent 1/4/2003
7. The Advance Guard 1/4/2003
8. The Prayer Of The Romands 1/4/2003
9. The Monks Of Basle 1/4/2003
10. The Curse Of Hungary 1/4/2003
11. The Pledge At Spunky Point 1/4/2003
12. On Pitz Languard 1/4/2003
13. The Surrender Of Spain 1/4/2003
14. In The Firelight 1/4/2003
15. Peace 1/4/2003
16. Northward 1/4/2003
17. They Will Be Done 1/4/2003
18. Obedience 1/4/2003
19. Una 1/4/2003
20. Helen's Star Stone 1/4/2003
21. The Mystery Of Gilgal 1/4/2003
22. Matins 1/4/2003
23. Golyer 1/4/2003
24. Postum 1/4/2003
25. Sweetest And Dearest 1/4/2003
26. Reveille 1/4/2003
27. To The Vesper Sparrow 1/4/2003
28. Through The Long Days 1/4/2003
29. Infinite Variety 1/4/2003
30. The Prairie 1/4/2003
31. How It Happened 1/4/2003
32. In A Graveyard 1/4/2003
33. The Law Of Death 1/4/2003
34. Love's Prayer 1/4/2003
35. Love's Dawn 1/4/2003
36. Sunise In The Place De La Concorde 1/4/2003
37. Is She Here? 1/4/2003
38. Sinai And Calvary 1/4/2003
39. Miles Keogh's Horse 1/4/2003
40. Sorrento 1/4/2003
Best Poem of John Hay

A Prayer In Thessaly

A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:-

Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray
That thou wilt take this torturing love away.
But since she is so fair, still let mine eyes
Unloving, joy in her, her beauty prize;
Still let her clear voice ring as pure and gay
To my calm heart as mating birds in May.
The words went up the blue Thessalian skies.

But ere they reached the high god's golden seat,
The lover to retract his prayer was fain:

Nay, let me keep the bitter with the sweet,
Better than placid bliss is love's dear pain.
My love I'll ...

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The Prairie

The skies are blue above my head,
The prairie green below,
And flickering o'er the tufted grass
The shifting shadows go,
Vague-sailing, where the feathery clouds
Fleck white the tranquil skies,
Black javelins darting where aloft
The whirring pheasant flies.

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