John Hay (8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)
Poems of John Hay
|2.||A Dream of Bric-a-brac||1/4/2003|
|3.||A Haunted Room||1/4/2003|
|5.||A Prayer in Thessaly||1/4/2003|
|6.||A Triumph of Order||1/4/2003|
|7.||A Winter Night||1/4/2003|
|8.||A Woman's Love||1/4/2003|
|10.||After You, Pilot||1/4/2003|
A vision seen by Plato the divine:
Two shuddering souls come forward, waiting doom
From Rhadamanthus in the nether gloom.
One is a slave hunger has made him pine;
One is a king his arms and jewels shine,
Making strange splendor in the dismal room.
"Hence!" cries the judge, "and strip them! Let them come
With nought to show if they be coarse or fine."
Of garb and body they are swift bereft: