Sidney Lanier

(1842-1881 / Macon / Georgia)

Sidney Lanier Poems

1. To Richard Wagner. 4/6/2010
2. Tyranny. 4/6/2010
3. Remonstrance. 4/6/2010
4. Life And Song. 4/6/2010
5. To: Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach 1/1/2004
6. Marsh Song -- At Sunset. 4/6/2010
7. The Ship Of Earth. 4/6/2010
8. The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868. 4/6/2010
9. On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill 12/31/2002
10. Our Hills 12/31/2002
11. Laus Mariae 12/31/2002
12. Individuality. 4/6/2010
13. On A Palmetto 12/31/2002
14. Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut 12/31/2002
15. Opposition 12/31/2002
16. Sunrise 4/6/2010
17. On Huntingdon's "Miranda" 12/31/2002
18. The Centennial Cantata. 4/6/2010
19. To Dr. Thomas Shearer 12/31/2002
20. Laughter In The Senate 12/31/2002
21. My Springs 12/31/2002
22. The Tournament 12/31/2002
23. Night 12/31/2002
24. To Wilhelmina 12/31/2002
25. How Love Looked For Hell. 4/6/2010
26. The Stirrup-Cup 12/31/2002
27. Strange Jokes 12/31/2002
28. Jones's Porvate Argyment 12/31/2002
29. To Nannette Falk-Auerbach 12/31/2002
30. The Crystal 12/31/2002
31. To My Class: On Certain Fruits And Flowers Sent Me In Sickness 12/31/2002
32. Nilsson 12/31/2002
33. A Song Of Love 4/6/2010
34. To J. D. H. 12/31/2002
35. The Battle Of Lexington 4/6/2010
36. The Harlequin Of Dreams 12/31/2002
37. To Beethoven 12/31/2002
38. To Charlotte Cushman 12/31/2002
39. The Dove 12/31/2002
40. Ode To The Johns Hopkins University 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Sidney Lanier

The Wedding

O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
-- And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen, O God: -- "I will," he said: --
And I would that I were dead.
Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid Pain
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring, O bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her, death-bells to me:
O Death, I am true wife to thee!

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An Evening Song.

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.

Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.

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