John Hay

(8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)

John Hay Poems

1. Jim Bludso Of The Prairie Belle 1/4/2003
2. Atavism 1/4/2003
3. The Prairie 1/4/2003
4. Accidents 1/4/2003
5. Quand Meme 1/4/2003
6. The Stirrup Cup 1/4/2003
7. A Haunted Room 1/4/2003
8. Through The Long Days 1/4/2003
9. Love's Doubt 1/4/2003
10. Peace 1/4/2003
11. Compensation 1/4/2003
12. To Theodore Roosevelt 1/4/2003
13. Love And Music 1/4/2003
14. Esse Quam Videri 1/4/2003
15. When The Boys Come Home 1/4/2003
16. Lise-Amor 1/4/2003
17. Love's Dawn 1/4/2003
18. The Enchanted Shirt 1/4/2003
19. On Pitz Languard 1/4/2003
20. Estrella 1/4/2003
21. Infinite Variety 1/4/2003
22. Sunise In The Place De La Concorde 1/4/2003
23. The Surrender Of Spain 1/4/2003
24. Liberty 1/4/2003
25. In The Firelight 1/4/2003
26. Sleep 1/4/2003
27. A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac 1/4/2003
28. The Prayer Of The Romands 1/4/2003
29. The Monks Of Basle 1/4/2003
30. A Woman's Love 1/4/2003
31. Boudoir Prophecies 1/4/2003
32. Ernst Of Edelsheim 1/4/2003
33. The Curse Of Hungary 1/4/2003
34. Banty Tim 1/4/2003
35. The Pledge At Spunky Point 1/4/2003
36. Is She Here? 1/4/2003
37. Matins 1/4/2003
38. On The Bluff 1/4/2003
39. A Challenge 1/4/2003
40. Sorrento 1/4/2003
Best Poem of John Hay

Atavism

O beauteous daughter of a mighty race!
In thy fair features and thy radiant eyes
Like bright clouds floating over brighter skies
The shadows of a glorious past we trace.
Framed in the oval of thy perfect face
Flit the pale belles of bygone centuries;
A hint of lawgivers and jurists lies
In that pure brow where strength is wed with grace.
And looking on thy profile's symmetry
A world-famed face across my memory comes,
'Neath the slouched hat a watching eagle's eye,
Where down the dusty line goes riding by,
With blare of trumpets and hoarse growl ...

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The Prairie

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.

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