First linesHenry van Dyke Jr.

A deeper crimson in the rose, Dorothea
A fir-tree standeth lonely Two Songs of Heine
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The Empty Quatrain
A mocking question! Britain’s answer came A Scrap of Paper
A silent world⁠—yet full of vital joy Vera
A silken curtain veils the skies, Indian Summer
A tale that the poet Rückert told The Foolish Fir-Tree
Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Arrival
Afterthought of summer’s bloom! A November Daisy
Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Spring in the North
All along the Brazos river, Texas
All day long in the city’s canyon-street, Who Follow the Flag
All hail, ye famous Farmers! Ars Agricolaris
All night long, by a distant bell The Window
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, Hide and Seek
Along Assunpink’s woody bank we left our camp-fires bright, Ballad of Princeton Battle
Among the earliest saints of old, before the first Hegira, A Ballad of Santa Claus
At dawn in silence moves the mighty stream, Three Alpine Sonnets
At sunset, when the rosy light was dying Wings of a Dove
Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a far country, The Distant Road
Children of the elemental mother, Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times, The Ballad of the Solemn Ass
Come home, my love, come home! Rappel d’Amour
Come, give me back my life again, you heavy-handed Death! Another Chance
Could every time-worn heart but see Thee once again, To the Child Jesus
Count not the cost of honour to the dead! National Monuments
Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that wild night Music
Dear Aldrich, now November’s mellow days Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, The Ancestral Dwellings
Deeds not Words: I say so too! Facta Non Verba
Deep in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing; The Lily of Yorrow
“Do you give thanks for this?⁠—or that?” No, God be thanked Gratitude
Do you remember, father⁠— The Whip-Poor-Will
Does the snow fall at sea? A Snow-Song
Ere thou sleepest gently lay Three Prayers for Sleep and Waking
Fair Roslin Chapel, how divine Roslin and Hawthornden
Far richer than a thornless rose Thorn and Rose
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Matins
For that thy face is fair I love thee not; Love’s Reason
Four things a man must learn to do Four Things
From the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendours of the moon, Tennyson
Furl your sail, my little boatie; “Little Boatie”
Give us a name to fill the mind The Name of France
Glory architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Master of Music
God said, “I am tired of kings,”⁠— Remarks About Kings
Great Nature had a million words, The Pipes o’ Pan
Hear a word that Jesus spake The Toiling of Felix
Heart of France for a hundred years, Victor Hugo
Her eyes are like the evening air, Hesper
Here the great heart of France, A Shrine in the Pantheon
Here’s a half-a-dozen flies, A Bunch of Trout-Flies
Home, for my heart still calls me; Homeward Bound
Honour the brave who sleep Heroes of the Titanic
Hours fly, For Katrina’s Sun-Dial
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, Robert Browning
How bridal thy beauty, O dear California; Dear California
“How can I tell,” Sir Edmund said, The Standard-Bearer
How long is the night, brother, Day and Night
How long the echoes love to play The After-Echo
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded: The Great Cities
I count that friendship little worth Rendezvous
I envy every flower that blows A Lover’s Envy
I have no joy in strife, The Peaceful Warrior
I love thine inland seas, America
I never seen no “red gods”; I dunno wot’s a “lure”; How Spring Comes to Shasta Jim
I never thought again to hear The Oxford Thrushes
I put my heart to school School
I read within a poet’s book A Home Song
I think of thee when golden sunbeams glimmer Love’s Nearness
I will sing of the bounty of the big trees, The Friendly Trees
I would not even ask my heart to say Patria
If all the skies were sunshine, If All the Skies
If I have erred in showing all my heart, Without Disguise
If Might made Right, life were a wild-beasts’ cage; Might and Right
If on the closed curtain of my sight Portrait and Reality
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Longfellow
In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, The Mocking-Bird
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, The Vain King
In the blue heaven the clouds will come and go, In the Blue Heaven
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, The Red Flower
In warlike pomp, with banners flowing, The Fall of the Leaves
Into the dust of the making of man The Builders
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) A Legend of Service
It was my lot of late to travel far Golden Stars
It’s little I can tell The Echo in the Heart
Jesus, Thou divine Companion, Hymn of Labor
“Joy is a Duty,”⁠—so with golden lore Joy and Duty
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, Hymn of Joy
Just to give up, and trust Bitter-Sweet
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, Shelley
Let me but do my work from day to day, The Three Best Things
Let me but feel thy look’s embrace, Love in a Look
“Lights out” along the land, Lights Out
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Fire-Fly City
Like children in the market-place Children in the Market-Place
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock, Pan Learns Music
Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, The White Bees
Long had I loved this “Attic shape,” the brede To Julia Marlowe
Long, long ago I heard a little song, Dulciora
Long, long ago I heard a little song, Dulcis Memoria
Long, long, long the trail Light Between the Trees
Lord Jesus, Thou hast known A Mother’s Birthday
Lover of beauty, walking on the height Milton
Man the maker of cities is also a builder of altars: The Unseen Altar
Many a tree is found in the wood Salute to the Trees
March on, my soul, nor like a laggard stay! Song of a Pilgrim-Soul
Mine enemies have prevailed against me, O God: The Broken Sword
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother Earth
No form of human framing, One in Christ
Not to the swift, the race: Reliance
Now again the world is shaken, Foundations
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Spring in the South
O Comrade of the Human Heart, Christ Our Comrade
O dark the night and dim the day From Glory Unto Glory
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, Sicily, December, 1908
O Lord our God, Thy mighty hand Peace-Hymn of the Republic
O Maker of the Mighty Deep Voyagers
O mighty river! strong, eternal Will, The Great River
O Mother mountains! billowing far to the snow-lands, Sierra Madre
O Music hast thou only heard Storm-Music
O Thor, the Thunderer, Chant of the Northmen at the Thunder-Oak
O who will walk a mile with me A Mile with Me
O wonderful! How liquid clear The Hermit Thrush
O youngest of the giant brood Urbs Coronata
Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue, America’s Welcome Home
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch Edmund Clarence Stedman
Oh, the angler’s path is a very merry way, Angler’s Fireside Song
Oh, was I born too soon, my dear, or were you born too late, “Rencontre”
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear, To a Young Girl Singing
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, Departure
Once, only once, I saw it clear⁠— The Black Birds
One sail in sight upon the lonely sea, Hudson’s Last Voyage
Only a little shrivelled seed, Transformation
Our college rhymes⁠—how light they seem, A Rondeau of College Rhymes
Peace without Justice is a low estate⁠— The Price of Peace
Read here, O friend unknown, Inscription for a Tomb in England
Remember, when the timid light “Rappelle-Toi”
Return, dear Lord, to those who look Jesus Return
Saints are God’s flowers, fragrant souls Santa Christina
Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul; The Prison and the Angel
Ship after ship, and every one with a high-resounding name, The Surrender of the German Fleet
Sign of the Love Divine The Red Cross
Some threescore years and ten ago A Fairy Tale
Soul of a soldier in a poet’s frame, Richard Watson Gilder
Stand back, ye messengers of mercy! Stand Mercy for Armenia
Stand fast, Great Britain! Stand Fast
The British bard who looked on Eton’s walls, Spirit of the Everlasting Boy
The clam that once, on Jersey’s banks, The Little-Neck Clam
The cornerstone in Truth is laid, For the Friends at Hurstmont
The cradle I have made for thee Eight Echoes from the Poems of Auguste Angellier
The day returns by which we date our years: Christmas Tears
The fire of love was burning, yet so low The Wind of Sorrow
The gabled roofs of old Malines The Bells of Malines
The glory of ships is an old, old song, The Glory of Ships
The grief that is but feigning, The Valley of Vain Verses
The heavenly hills of Holland⁠— The Heavenly Hills of Holland
The laggard winter ebbed so slow Flood-Tide of Flowers
The land was broken in despair, Come Back Again, Jeanne d’Arc
The lizard rested on the rock while I sat among the ruins, The Glory of Ruins
The Lord is my teacher, The Good Teacher
The melancholy gift Aurora gained Keats
The moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring, The Veery
The mountains that inclose the vale Doors of Daring
The nymphs a shepherd took The Shepherd of Nymphs
The other night I had a dream, most clear New Year’s Eve
The record of a faith sublime, “In Memoriam”
The river of dreams runs quietly down The River of Dreams
The rivers of God are full of water, The Pathway of Rivers
The roar of the city is low, A Ballad of Claremont Hill
The rough expanse of democratic sea Britain, France, America
The shadow by my finger cast The Sun-Dial at Wells College
The tide flows in to the harbour⁠— Turn o’ the Tide
The time will come when I no more can play The Old Flute
The ways of the world are full of haste and turmoil; The Tribe of the Helpers
The winds of war-news change and veer: The Winds of War-News
The worlds in which we live at heart are one, One World
There are many kinds of anger, as many kinds of fire; Righteous Wrath
There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light, Love and Light
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, A Noon Song
There is a bird I know so well, The Song-Sparrow
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold America’s Prosperity
This is the soldier brave enough to tell The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
This is the thanksgiving of the weary, The Welcome Tent
This is the window’s message, For Katrina’s Window
Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God, The Camp-Fires of My Friend
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay, “Liberty Enlightening the World”
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair God of the Open Air
“Through many a land your journey ran, The Gentle Traveller
Thy victory is in the heart, Victoria
Thy wisdom and Thy might appear, The Burning Bush
’Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down “America for Me”
To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, The Monument of Francis Makemie
’Twas far away and long ago, “Undine”
Two hundred years of blessing I record The Sun-Dial at Morven
“Two things,” the wise man said, “fill me with awe: Stars and the Soul
Under the cloud of world-wide war, Easter Road
Waking from tender sleep, The Message
“Wayside songs and meadow blossoms; nothing perfect, nothing rare; To My Lady Graygown: With a Handful of Verses
We men hat go down for a livin’ in ships to the sea⁠— “Gran’ Boule”
We met on Nature’s stage, To Joseph Jefferson
We worship the Spirit Divine, Chant of the Magi at the Fire-Altar
What hast thou done, O womanhood of France, Jeanne d’Arc Returns
What makes the lingering Night so cling to thee? The Grand Canyon
What shall I give for thee, The Bargain
What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night, The Angler’s Reveille
When days are dark and nights are cold, The Master’s Voice
When down the stair at morning My April Lady
When I beheld the splendour of the night, A Babe Among the Stars
When May bedecks the naked trees The Maryland Yellow-Throat
When Stävoren town was in its prime The Proud Lady
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Autumn in the Garden
When to the garden of untroubled thought The Child in the Garden
When tulips bloom in Union Square, When Tulips Bloom
Where’s your kingdom, little king? The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet
Who knows how many thousand years ago “The Signs”
Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, The Way
Who watched the worn-out Winter die? The Parting and the Coming Guest
Winter on Mount Shasta, The First Bird o’ Spring
With eager heart and will on fire, Ode to Peace
With eager heart and will on fire, Peace
With memories old and wishes new To Mark Twain
With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Echoes from the Greek Anthology
Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls Wordsworth
Ye gods of battle, lords of fear, Stain Not the Sky
Yes, it was like you to forget, Nepenthe
You dare to say with perjured lips, Mare Liberum
You only promised me a single hour: An Hour
Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; To James Whitcomb Riley

All poets.