Poems of Robert Nichols
|21.||The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|22.||The Nocturne: Address to the Sunset||4/14/2010|
|23.||The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|25.||The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|26.||The Sprig of Lime||4/14/2010|
|29.||Three Songs Of The Enigma||4/14/2010|
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;
Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,
As whose children we are brethern: one.