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

The Enchanted Shirt

Fytte the First: wherein it shall be shown how the Truth is too mighty a Drug for such as be of feeble temper

The King was sick. His cheek was red
And his eye was clear and bright;
He ate and drank with a kingly zest,
And peacefully snored at night.

But he said he was sick, and a king should know,
And doctors came by the score.
They did not cure him. He cut off their heads
And sent to the schools for more.

At last two famous doctors came,
And one was as poor as a rat,
He had passed his life in studious toil,
And never found time to ...

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Quand Meme

I strove, like Israel, with my youth,
And said, Till thou bestow
Upon my life Love's joy and truth,
I will not let thee go.

And sudden on my night there woke
The trouble of the dawn;
Out of the east the red light broke,
To broaden on and on.

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