John Hay

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

John Hay Poems

1. A Challenge 1/4/2003
2. A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac 1/4/2003
3. A Haunted Room 1/4/2003
4. A Phylactery 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
9. Accidents 1/4/2003
10. After You, Pilot 1/4/2003
11. Atavism 1/4/2003
12. Banty Tim 1/4/2003
13. Benoni Dunn 1/4/2003
14. Blondine 1/4/2003
15. Boudoir Prophecies 1/4/2003
16. Centennial 1/4/2003
17. Christine 1/4/2003
18. Compensation 1/4/2003
19. Distichs 1/4/2003
20. Dreams 1/4/2003
21. Ernst Of Edelsheim 1/4/2003
22. Eros Ephemeris 1/4/2003
23. Esse Quam Videri 1/4/2003
24. Estrella 1/4/2003
25. Euthanasia 1/4/2003
26. Expectation 1/4/2003
27. God's Vengeance 1/4/2003
28. Golyer 1/4/2003
29. Helen's Star Stone 1/4/2003
30. How It Happened 1/4/2003
31. In A Graveyard 1/4/2003
32. In The Firelight 1/4/2003
33. Infinite Variety 1/4/2003
34. Is She Here? 1/4/2003
35. Israel 1/4/2003
36. Jim Bludso Of The Prairie Belle 1/4/2003
37. Lagrimas 1/4/2003
38. Liberty 1/4/2003
39. Lise-Amor 1/4/2003
40. Little Breeches 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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Accidents

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:

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