Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems
|83.||Dedication To His Love||4/20/2010|
|85.||To Queen Victoria In England||4/20/2010|
|86.||A Death At Sea||4/20/2010|
|87.||A Street Fight||4/20/2010|
|88.||Love And Death||1/4/2003|
Comments about Francis William Lauderdale Adams
'YES, let Art go, if it must be
That with it men must starve —
If Music, Painting, Poetry
Spring from the wasted hearth!'
Yes, let Art go, till once again
Through fearless heads and hands
The toil of millions and the pain
Be passed from out the lands:
Till from the few their plunder falls
To those who've toiled and earned
But misery's hopeless intervals
From those who've robbed and spurned.
Yes, let Art go, without a fear,
Like Autumn flowers we burn,
For, with her reawakening year,
Be sure she will return! —
Return, but greater, nobler ...
All the heat and the glow and the hush
of the summer afternoon;
the scent of the sweet-briar bush
over bowing grass-blades and broom;
the birds that flit and pass;
singing the song he knows,
the grass-hopper in the grass;
the voice of the she-oak boughs.