John Myers O'Hara
John Myers O'Hara Poems
- A Faun In Wall Street What shape so furtive steals along the ...
- Atropos Atropos, dread One of the Three, ...
- In Patris Mei Memoriam By the fond name that was his own and ...
- Ad Matrem Amantissimam Et Cari...
- Golden Pulse Golden pulse grew on the shore, ...
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A Faun In Wall Street
What shape so furtive steals along the dim
Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June;
This day of rest, when all the roses swoon
In Attic vales where dryads wait for him?
What sylvan this, and what the stranger whim
That lured him here this golden afternoon;
Ways where the dusk has fallen oversoon
In the deep canyon, torrentless and grim?
Great Pan is far, O mad estray, and these
Bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies
Are fanes men rear to ...