James Bayard Taylor
James Bayard Taylor Poems
- Bedouin Song FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion ...
- The Song Of The Camp “GIVE us a song!” the soldiers ...
- Daughter Of Egypt DAUGHTER of Egypt, veil thine eyes! I ...
- America: From The National Ode...
- The Return Of The Goddess Not as in youth, with steps ...
- Ariel In The Cloven Pine NOW the frosty stars are gone: I ...
- Storm Song The clouds are scudding across the moon; A misty ...
James Bayard Taylor was an American poet, literary critic, translator, and travel author.
Life and Work
He was born on January 11, 1825, in Kennett Square in Chester County, Pennsylvania. He was the fourth son, first to live to maturity, of Joseph and Rebecca (née Way) Taylor. His father was a well-to-do farmer and young Bayard received his early instruction in an academy at West Chester, and later at Unionville. At the age of seventeen he was apprenticed to a printer in West Chester. His interest in poetry was coached by influential critic and editor Rufus Wilmot Griswold, who encouraged him to produce a volume of poetry. Published at Philadelphia in 1844 under the ... more »
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FROM the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,
And the midnight hears my cry:
I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment
Look from thy window and see
My passion and my pain;
I lie on the sands below,
And I faint in thy disdain.
Let the night-winds touch thy brow
With the heat of my burnings sigh,
And melt thee to hear the ...