John Hay

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

John Hay Poems

81. The Surrender Of Spain 1/4/2003
82. The Vision Of Saint Peter 1/4/2003
83. The White Flag 1/4/2003
84. They Will Be Done 1/4/2003
85. Through The Long Days 1/4/2003
86. To Flora 1/4/2003
87. To One Absent 1/4/2003
88. To The Vesper Sparrow 1/4/2003
89. To Theodore Roosevelt 1/4/2003
90. Too Late 1/4/2003
91. Twilight On Sandusky Marsh 1/4/2003
92. Two On The Terrace 1/4/2003
93. Una 1/4/2003
94. Vespers 1/4/2003
95. When The Boys Come Home 1/4/2003
96. Words 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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