Edward Robeson Taylor

(1838 - 1923 / Springfield, Illinois)

Edward Robeson Taylor Poems

1. The Dreams of Long Ago 5/28/2015
2. Ghosts 6/4/2015
3. An Arizona Cactus 6/10/2015
4. Beauty 6/10/2015
5. Christmas Bells 6/10/2015
6. Christmas Hymn 6/10/2015
7. Cleopatra 6/10/2015
8. Dream Music 6/10/2015
9. The Eagles 6/10/2015
10. Faith 6/10/2015
11. The Fog Rolls In 6/10/2015
12. With the Eagle 7/2/2015
13. Theseus and Ariadne 12/10/2015
14. Ulysses and Calypso 12/10/2015
15. In Memory 12/29/2015
16. Rome 8/5/2016
17. Morning 12/7/2015
Best Poem of Edward Robeson Taylor

Morning

Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best,
And once again we front the new-born Day,
Where now the sickled moon with lessening ray
Hangs low upon the sky's auroral breast.
The earth, soft-garmented in robes of gray,
Drinks heaven's sweet dew with such delightful zest,
She fain would see time held a prisoner lest
The sun should sweep her present joys away.
Home kindles now its necessary fires,
Whose shafts of smoke, that gently pierce the air,
Like incense seem in worship of the Morn.
And as we list to these far-sounding lyres,
So great all grows, so ...

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An Arizona Cactus

The burning sun has scorched the rainless ground,
Where the volcano's progeny still lie;
And yet beneath an unrelenting sky
What creatures born to beauty may be found!
Just now we caught a bird's melodious sound
In unison blending with the pine's low sigh,
The while a daisy's all unenvious eye
Watched a near juniper with glory crowned.
But chief of all, behold yon crimson flame

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