Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

Henry Van Dyke Poems

1. Gone From My Sight 11/28/2014
2. A Parable Of Immortality 11/28/2014
3. Milton 1/3/2003
4. Remarks About Kings 1/3/2003
5. The Veery 3/31/2010
6. The Hermit Thrush 1/3/2003
7. Jeanne D'Arc Returns 1/3/2003
8. The Bells Of Malines 1/3/2003
9. Shelley 1/3/2003
10. The Heavenly Hills Of Holland 1/3/2003
11. Patria 1/3/2003
12. Portrait And Reality 1/3/2003
13. Sea-Gulls Of Manhattan 1/3/2003
14. The Red Flower 1/3/2003
15. The Name Of France 1/3/2003
16. The Black Birds 1/3/2003
17. The Vain King 1/3/2003
18. The Empty Quatrain 1/3/2003
19. The Mocking-Bird 1/3/2003
20. The Oxford Thrushes 1/3/2003
21. The Ancestral Dwelling 1/3/2003
22. Liberty Enlightening The World 1/3/2003
23. The Sun-Dial At Wells College 1/3/2003
24. Sicily, December 1908 1/3/2003
25. Keats 1/3/2003
26. The Statue Of Sherman By St. Gaudens 1/3/2003
27. Mare Liberum 1/3/2003
28. Spring In The South 1/3/2003
29. Pan Learns Music 1/3/2003
30. Hesper 1/3/2003
31. The Window 1/3/2003
32. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
33. Francis Makemie 1/3/2003
34. Nepenthe 1/3/2003
35. Late Spring 1/3/2003
36. Ameria's Welcome Home 3/31/2010
37. Longfellow 1/3/2003
38. National Monuments 1/3/2003
39. The White Bees 1/3/2003
40. The Message 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

Time Is

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

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Dulcis Memoria

Long, long ago I heard a little song,
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
So lowly, slowly wound the tune along,
That far into my heart it found the way:
A melody consoling and endearing;
And still, in silent hours, I'm often hearing
The small, sweet song that does not die away.

Long, long ago I saw a little flower,--

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