Short Poems

Ja, Ja, Ja!

O mitsch mein inkum stinkum bucker-room and mein
ja, ja, ja , Mitsch mein inkum stinkum bucker-room and mein
ja, ja, ja , Vell, ve'll git up on der shteeples and ve'll
spit down on der peoples, Mitsch mein ja, ja, ja!

And He Answered Them Nothing

O Mighty Nothing! unto thee,
Nothing, wee owe all things that bee.
God spake once when hee all things made,
Hee sav'd all when hee Nothing said.
The world was made of Nothing then;
'Tis made by Nothing now againe.

Of the Theme of Love

O love, how thou art tired out with rhyme!
Thou art a tree whereon all poets clime;
And from thy branches every one takes some
Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon.
But now thy tree is left so bare and poor,
That they can scarcely gather one plumb more.

O Lord, How Lovely Is the Place

1. O Lord, how lovely is the place, Where thou vouch-safst to show thy face,
2. O Lord of Hosts! how blest are they, Who in thine house thy praise display,
In glory, ever bright arrayed; My soul faints for thy blest abode,
Whose hopes in thee are firmly placed; Who with a pious zeal do tread
My heart cries out to see her God With lustre unobscured displayed.
The ways that to thy temple lead; For they shall never be disgraced.
The birds around thy temple throng, And there they build and hatch their young.

I Met Her in the Garden Where the Praties Grow

O, have ye been in love, me boys,
And have ye felt the pain?
I'd rather be in jail, me boys,
Than be in love again;
O, I met her in the mornin'
And I'll have yez all to know
That I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow.

O Grief!

O grief! even on the bud that fairly flowered
The sun hath loured.
And ah! that breast which Love durst never venture,
Bold Death did enter.
Pity, O heavens, that have my love in keeping,
My cries and weeping.

The Brothers

At the shrill cry of a night cuckoo
The brothers looked at each other.

O God, in Whose Great Purpose

1. O God, in whose great purpose An age is but a day,
2. Again with vision kindled, We sons of latter days
Who watchest sun give place to sun And planets burn away;
Lift eager hands as here we wait Beside the parting ways.
In thee our fathers trusted, For thee they dared the sea,
Across thine earth we scatter To meet the tasks of men.
And thou didst teach their feeble hands To shape a world for thee.
O God of strength, be thou to us Our fathers' God again!

A Song

O close of night, I would have you linger
Fall into ecstasy
Turn into a magician on my bed
I ask you to tell me:
What does love say to the lover
at the end of the seasons?

Occasioned by Seeing a Walk of Bay Trees

Noe Thunder Blasts joves Plant, nor can
Misfortune warpe an Honest-Man
Shaken He may be by some one
Or other Gust, Unleavd by none
Though Tribulation's sharp and Keen
His Resolutions keep Green
And whilst Integrety's His wall
His year's all Spring and hath noe Fall.