As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest From the root to the top of the tree, Then flies to another tree, So have I bored into life to find what lay therein, And now it is time to die,… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child." — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time, But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue, But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
If a man made himself an expert in any particular branch of human activity, there would result the strong tendency that a peculiar aptitude… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart - 'tis tired of head. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
But I cannot bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician, because it seems so small a business in comparison with… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Leap through the Mystery of death as the circus-rider leaps through the papered hoop ... find Life ambling along beneath us on the Other Side. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
