Sidney Lanier

(1842-1881 / Macon / Georgia)

Sidney Lanier Poems

81. Ireland. 12/31/2002
82. The Revenge Of Hamish 12/31/2002
83. At First. To Charlotte Cushman. 12/31/2002
84. Souls And Rain-Drops 12/31/2002
85. Wedding-Hymn 12/31/2002
86. Corn. 12/31/2002
87. A Birthday Song. To S. G. 12/31/2002
88. A Florida Sunday. 12/31/2002
89. The Song Of The Chattahoochee 12/31/2002
90. Baby Charley. 12/31/2002
91. A Song Of The Future. 12/31/2002
92. An Evening Song. 12/31/2002
93. A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master 12/31/2002
94. A Sunrise Song. 12/31/2002
95. The Wedding 12/31/2002
96. A Song Of Eternity In Time 12/31/2002

Comments about Sidney Lanier

  • OneBirdieMa (2/10/2018 7:36:00 AM)

    What a find! I discovered Sidney Lanier yesterday and so have a new old poet to delve into. Also his The Science of poetry, or maybe it was verse.

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  • Shdfhs (2/3/2018 8:21:00 AM)

    Invigorating seedling of massive and awesome growth theoretically tied...

  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/11/2011 8:28:00 AM)

    Good afternoon! i am so proud to read a poem like the sunrise song, because to me it proves a point that it is my time to rule the world! Hence, i can because anything is possible according to my own point of view. Have a nice day!

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    Also known as Nasty K.
    Rapper & poet: South Africa.

Best Poem of Sidney Lanier

A Song Of Eternity In Time

Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.

A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, "is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and ...

Read the full of A Song Of Eternity In Time

Laus Mariae

Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise
Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows
Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies.
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross with but a zigzag, jaded pace
From meal to meal: some with convulsive leaps
Shake the green tussocks of malign disgrace:
And some advance by system and deep art

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