John Hay Poems
|2.||A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac||1/4/2003|
|3.||A Haunted Room||1/4/2003|
|5.||A Prayer In Thessaly||1/4/2003|
|6.||A Triumph Of Order||1/4/2003|
|7.||A Winter Night||1/4/2003|
|8.||A Woman's Love||1/4/2003|
|10.||After You, Pilot||1/4/2003|
|21.||Ernst Of Edelsheim||1/4/2003|
|23.||Esse Quam Videri||1/4/2003|
|29.||Helen's Star Stone||1/4/2003|
|30.||How It Happened||1/4/2003|
|31.||In A Graveyard||1/4/2003|
|32.||In The Firelight||1/4/2003|
|34.||Is She Here?||1/4/2003|
|36.||Jim Bludso Of The Prairie Belle||1/4/2003|
The Enchanted Shirt
Fytte the First: wherein it shall be shown how the Truth is too mighty a Drug for such as be of feeble temper
The King was sick. His cheek was red
And his eye was clear and bright;
He ate and drank with a kingly zest,
And peacefully snored at night.
But he said he was sick, and a king should know,
And doctors came by the score.
They did not cure him. He cut off their heads
And sent to the schools for more.
At last two famous doctors came,
And one was as poor as a rat,
He had passed his life in studious toil,
And never found time to ...
The skies are blue above my head,
The prairie green below,
And flickering o'er the tufted grass
The shifting shadows go,
Vague-sailing, where the feathery clouds
Fleck white the tranquil skies,
Black javelins darting where aloft
The whirring pheasant flies.