Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems
|321.||Two Poems To Harriet Beecher Stowe||4/6/2010|
|322.||Two Sonnets: Harvard||4/6/2010|
|323.||Under The Violets||12/31/2002|
|324.||Under The Washington Elm, Cambridge||4/6/2010|
|325.||Union And Liberty||12/31/2002|
|327.||Verses For After-Dinner||4/6/2010|
|328.||Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum||4/6/2010|
|329.||Voyage Of The Good Ship Union||4/6/2010|
|330.||Welcome To The Chicago Commercial Club||4/6/2010|
|331.||Welcome To The Grand Duke Alexis||4/6/2010|
|332.||Welcome To The Nations||4/6/2010|
|333.||What I Have Come For||4/6/2010|
|334.||What We All Think||4/6/2010|
|335.||Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts||4/6/2010|
A Familiar Letter
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
I'll show you that rhyming's as easy as lying,
If you'll listen to me while the art I unfold.
Here's a book full of words; one can choose as he fancies,
As a painter his tint, as a workman his tool;
Just think! all the poems and plays and romances
Were drawn out of this, like the fish from a pool!
You can wander at will through its syllabled mazes,
And take all you want, not a copper they cost,--
The Two Streams
Behold the rocky wall
That down its sloping sides
Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall,
In rushing river-tides!
Yon stream, whose sources run
Turned by a pebble's edge,
Is Athabasca, rolling toward the sun
Through the cleft mountain-ledge.
The slender rill had strayed,