William Vaughn Moody
William Vaughn Moody was born July 8, 1869, in Spenser, Indiana. His parents died when he was young, and he worked his way through prep school and Harvard University, where he recieved both his B.A. (1893) and M.A. (1894), and became co-editor of Harvard Monthly. From 1894-95 he held the position of assistant in the English Department to Louis E. Gates. In 1895, Moody relocated to The University of Chicago as an instructor, a position that he held until 1903, when he was promoted to an assistant professorship. He left the University in 1907 to concentrate on his poetry.
During this time at the University, Moody published an untitled volume of poetry, as well as two poetic ... more »
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William Vaughn Moody Poems
A Grey Day
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep wearily.
On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines
Streets of the roaring town, Hush for him, hus, be still! He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word of our will.
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And the woods and farms begin.
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge pagoda towered Full of brass gods and food of sacrifice.
NLY two patient eyes to stare Out of the canvas. All the rest- The warm green gown, the small hands pressed
An Ode in Time of Hesitation
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the head of the first enlisted negro regiment, the Fifty-fourth Massachusetts. I
The Golden Journey
All day he drowses by the sail With dreams of her, and all night long The broken waters are at song Of how she lingers, wild and pale,
The Bracelet of Grass
The opal heart of afternoon Was clouding on to throbs of storm, Ashen within the ardent west The lips of thunder muttered harm,
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger than spring, without the faintest trace
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A Grey Day
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape,
Rain whitens the dead sea,
From headland dim to sullen cape
Grey sails creep wearily.
I know not how that merchantman
Has found the heart; but 'tis her plan
Seaward her endless course to shape.
Unreal as insects that appall
A drunkard's peevish brain,
O'er the grey deep the dories crawl,
Four-legged, with rowers twain:
Midgets and minims of the earth,
Across old ocean's vasty girth
I wonder how that merchant's crew
Have ever found the will!
I wonder what ...