John Hay

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

John Hay Poems

41. Love And Music 1/4/2003
42. Love's Dawn 1/4/2003
43. Love's Doubt 1/4/2003
44. Love's Prayer 1/4/2003
45. Matins 1/4/2003
46. Miles Keogh's Horse 1/4/2003
47. Mount Tabor 1/4/2003
48. My Castle In Spain 1/4/2003
49. Night In Venice 1/4/2003
50. Northward 1/4/2003
51. Obedience 1/4/2003
52. On Pitz Languard 1/4/2003
53. On The Bluff 1/4/2003
54. Peace 1/4/2003
55. Postum 1/4/2003
56. Quand Meme 1/4/2003
57. Regardant 1/4/2003
58. Religion And Doctrine 1/4/2003
59. Remorse 1/4/2003
60. Reveille 1/4/2003
61. Sinai And Calvary 1/4/2003
62. Sister Saint Luke 1/4/2003
63. Sleep 1/4/2003
64. Sorrento 1/4/2003
65. Student-Song 1/4/2003
66. Sunise In The Place De La Concorde 1/4/2003
67. Sweetest And Dearest 1/4/2003
68. Thanatos Athanatos 1/4/2003
69. The Advance Guard 1/4/2003
70. The Crows At Washington 1/4/2003
71. The Curse Of Hungary 1/4/2003
72. The Enchanted Shirt 1/4/2003
73. The Law Of Death 1/4/2003
74. The Light Of Love 1/4/2003
75. The Monks Of Basle 1/4/2003
76. The Mystery Of Gilgal 1/4/2003
77. The Pledge At Spunky Point 1/4/2003
78. The Prairie 1/4/2003
79. The Prayer Of The Romands 1/4/2003
80. The Stirrup Cup 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 Stirrup Cup

My short and happy day is done,
The long and dreary night comes on;
And at my door the Pale Horse stands,
To carry me to unknown lands.

His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof,
Sound dreadful as a gathering storm;
And I must leave this sheltering roof,
And joys of life so soft and warm.

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