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Western windows and other poems
Piatt, John James (1835-1917)
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DEDICATION.
WESTERN WINDOWS.
WESTERN WINDOWS.
THE MOWER IN OHIO.
READING THE MILESTONE.
THE PIONEER'S CHIMNEY.
FIRE BEFORE SEED.
KING'S TAVERN.
FIRES IN ILLINOIS.
RIDING TO VOTE.
SUNSHINE AND FIRELIGHT.
ROSE AND ROOT.
HIGHER TENANTS.
NEW GRASS.
OUTGOING.
THE BLACKBERRY FARM.
THE MORNING STREET.
THE LOST HORIZON.
ANTAEUS.
ONE OF TWO.
THE OLD MAN AND THE SPRING-LEAVES.
THE MASTER-KEY.
PARTING.
THE MONK'S VISION OF CHRIST.
THE FIRST FIRE.
TAKING THE NIGHT-TRAIN.
LEAVES AT MY WINDOW.
CHARITY AT HOME.
MARIAN'S FIRST HALF-YEAR.
FIRELIGHT ABROAD.
A LOST GRAVEYARD
AT EVENING.
THE UNHEARD BELL.
THE DARK STREET.
QUATRAINS.
THE MICROSCOPE AND TELESCOPE.
A DIAL AT A GRAVE.
THE HIPPOGRIFF.
TO THE SUN.
FOR---, A POET.
TORCH-LIGHT IN FALL-TIME.
THE GOLDEN HAND.
THE GRAVE-ANGEL.
THE BURIED RING.
AT CHRISTMAS EVE.
SUNDOWN.
WHITE FROST.
PASSENGERS.
FORESIGHT OF FATE.
TO ONE IN A DARKENED HOUSE.
THE BIRTHDAYS.
TO GRACE AT CHRISTMAS.
THE LAST FIRE.
TO MY BROTHER GUY,
RESURRECTION.
MOONRISE.
TO A CHILD.
THE BLUE-BIRD'S BURIAL.
SLEEP.
FROST ON THE PANES.
TO THE LARES.
FOR A GRAVESTONE.
THE SIGHT OF ANGELS.
SONNETS.
MY SHADOW'S STATURE.
MY NIGHTMARE.
TO A POET: ON HIS MARRIAGE.
THE BOOK OF GOLD.
TRAVELERS.
ANNIVERSARY.
TWOFOLD.
A BUST IN CLAY.
MIRAGE.
SEPTEMBER.
THE WEEK.
THE WHITE LILY.
AWAKE IN DARKNESS.
THE CHILD IN THE STREET.
FIVE YEARS.
THE BRONZE STATUE—APRIL, 1861.
HONORS OF WAR.
A SABBATH IN JULY.
THE NESTS AT WASHINGTON.
SONNET—IN 1862.
THE BALLAD OF A ROSE.
THE OPEN SLAVE-PEN.
THE DEAR PRESIDENT.
TO R. C. S.
THE UNBENDED BOW.
FOOTSTEPS RETURNING
RIDING THE HORSE TO MARKET.
THE FIRST TRYST.
THE BURIED ORGAN.
TWO PATRONS.
GENIUS LOCI.
APART.
AFTER A WHILE.
‘To ---.”
MELANCHOLY.
FOLDED DOWN.
CONFIDANTS.
THE DESERTED SMITHY.
FALLEN LEAVES.
AN ECHO.
IN OCTOBER.
THE BIRDS OF LONGING.
MOTHS.
STEPS OF GHOSTS.
THE STRANGE ORGANIST.
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FOR---, A POET.
To
own a quarry proves no call of Art—
'T is Nature's store you cannot keep nor give,
If at your touch the masses will not start,
Radiant processions, shapes that breathe and live!
Western windows and other poems
