Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

Henry Van Dyke Poems

81. Dulcis Memoria 1/3/2003
82. Master Of Music 1/3/2003
83. Hymn Of Joy 1/3/2003
84. To James Whitcomb Riley 1/3/2003
85. A Health To Mark Twain 1/3/2003
86. Without Disguise 1/3/2003
87. The Glory Of Ships 1/3/2003
88. A Scrap Of Paper 1/3/2003
89. Stars And The Soul 1/3/2003
90. Twilight In The Alps 1/3/2003
91. A Rondeau Of College Rhymes 1/3/2003
92. Love 1/3/2003
93. Gratitude 1/3/2003
94. America's Prosperity 1/3/2003
95. Victor Hugo 1/3/2003
96. An American In Europe 1/3/2003
97. If All The Skies 1/3/2003
98. The Price Of Peace 1/3/2003
99. A Legend Of Service 1/3/2003
100. Arrival 1/3/2003
101. Four Things 1/3/2003
102. Undine 1/3/2003
103. Christ Of Everywhere 1/3/2003
104. Homeward Bound 1/3/2003
105. My April Lady 1/3/2003
106. Autumn In The Garden 1/3/2003
107. A Lover's Envy 1/3/2003
108. America 1/3/2003
109. Life 1/3/2003
110. Indian Summer 1/3/2003
111. Doors Of Daring 1/3/2003
112. A Child In The Garden 1/3/2003
113. A Mile With Me 1/3/2003
114. A Noon Song 1/3/2003
115. Departure 1/3/2003
116. A Home Song 1/3/2003
117. A Prayer For A Mother's Birthday 1/3/2003
118. Work 1/3/2003
119. America For Me 1/3/2003
120. Two Schools 1/3/2003

Comments about Henry Van Dyke

  • John Lanphear (8/12/2017 11:21:00 AM)

    Hello everyone. I am in possession of 25 hand written and or typed letters from Henry Van Dyke. If anyone can connect me with anyone that would be interested to purchase, please reach out.

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  • Janice Clifford (3/21/2017 4:35:00 PM)

    Correction: The original name was Home Thoughts from Europe. The first two stanzas are reversed and there are minor word edits.

  • Janice Clifford (3/20/2017 7:38:00 PM)

    I have the original handwritten America for Me, on hotel stationary. It is signed by Van Dyke. The original name was House thoughts from Europe. just found it, and will be listing it on ebay.

  • Barbara Wheeler (9/11/2013 2:52:00 PM)

    I have an original copy of The Poems of Henry Van Dyke. Leather edition 1913. It is in good conditon and I would like to sell it.

  • Nancie O'sullivan (6/7/2010 8:29:00 AM)

    I have been asked to read the poem of Henry Van Dyke, Gone From My Sight, at a memorial service,6/12/10 and give an introduction. If you have a an insight or comments into this poem, and when and why it was written, I'd appreciate hearing whatever it is that you wish to share.
    Thanks, Nancie

  • Wm George Hess (3/7/2010 1:41:00 PM)

    I am glad to see Henry Van Dyke's poems so accessible but when they are published without the date of the original publication, it becomes virtually impossible to make a correct citation of the poem America for Me. Does anyone know when he first published it other than appearing in an anthology of poems in 1958 and begin critiqued by Jack London?

  • Bill Klein (7/28/2005 4:19:00 PM)

    To Tess A: We are reading this same poem at my father-in-law's memorial service. I was searching for info on Henry van Dyke and whether he actually wrote this poem. Here it is:

    I am standing upon the sea shore.
    A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the
    morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
    She is an object of beauty and strength.
    I stand and watch her until at length she hangs
    like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

    Then someone at my side says; “There, she is gone! ” “Gone where? ” Gone from my sight.
    That is all.
    She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

    Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
    And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone! ”
    There are other eyes watching her and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
    “Here she comes! ”
    And that is dying.

    Henry Van Dyke

  • Tess A (2/2/2005 2:09:00 PM)

    am looking for a Henry Van Dyke. poem
    and it startes with this

    I am standing Upon the seashore...

Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

Time Is

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

Read the full of Time Is

The Hermit Thrush

O wonderful! How liquid clear
The molten gold of that ethereal tone,
Floating and falling through the wood alone,
A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear!
0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline,
Long light, low light, glory of eventide!
Love far away, far up. -- up, -- love divine!
Little love, too, for ever, ever, near,
Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine,

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