Sidney Lanier

(1842-1881 / Macon / Georgia)

Sidney Lanier Poems

1. To: Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach 1/1/2004
2. Laus Mariae 12/31/2002
3. On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill 12/31/2002
4. To J. D. H. 12/31/2002
5. To Dr. Thomas Shearer 12/31/2002
6. A Dedication. To Charlotte Cushman. 12/31/2002
7. To Nannette Falk-Auerbach 12/31/2002
8. To Wilhelmina 12/31/2002
9. The Harlequin Of Dreams 12/31/2002
10. Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut 12/31/2002
11. Remonstrance. 4/6/2010
12. To Richard Wagner. 4/6/2010
13. Tyranny. 4/6/2010
14. Nine From Eight 12/31/2002
15. The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868. 4/6/2010
16. To ----, With A Rose 12/31/2002
17. Our Hills 12/31/2002
18. Nirvana 12/31/2002
19. To My Class: On Certain Fruits And Flowers Sent Me In Sickness 12/31/2002
20. Nilsson 12/31/2002
21. Laughter In The Senate 12/31/2002
22. To Beethoven 12/31/2002
23. On A Palmetto 12/31/2002
24. Control 1/1/2004
25. Opposition 12/31/2002
26. To Our Mocking-Bird 12/31/2002
27. My Springs 12/31/2002
28. In The Foam. 12/31/2002
29. On Huntingdon's "Miranda" 12/31/2002
30. Resurrection 12/31/2002
31. Strange Jokes 12/31/2002
32. In Absence. 12/31/2002
33. The Palm And The Pine 12/31/2002
34. The Ship Of Earth. 4/6/2010
35. Special Pleading 12/31/2002
36. The Centennial Cantata. 4/6/2010
37. An Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach. 12/31/2002
38. The Crystal 12/31/2002
39. From The Flats. 12/31/2002
40. Thou And I 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Sidney Lanier

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master

Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He came.

Out of the woods my Master went,
And He was well content.
Out of the woods my Master came,
Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
'Twas on a tree they slew Him - last
When out of the woods He came.

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To Our Mocking-Bird

Died of a cat, May, 1878.



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Trillets of humor, -- shrewdest whistle-wit, --
Contralto cadences of grave desire
Such as from off the passionate Indian pyre

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