O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart — 'tis tired of head.
"The Symphony" (1875).
Music is Love in search of a word.Sidney Lanier
Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud.Sidney Lanier
'Daring with my poem 'Special Pleading' to give myself such freedom as I desired, in my own style'Sidney Lanier
Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.Sidney Lanier
My priciple is, the artist shall put forth, humbly & lovingly, without bitterness, the very best & highest that is within him,utterly regardless of contemporary criticism.Sidney Lanier
Music means harmony, harmony means love. Love means God.Sidney Lanier
Virginal shy lights,Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnadesOf the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,Of the heavenly woods and glades,That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach withinThe wide sea-marshes of Glynn.Sidney Lanier
The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.Sidney Lanier
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and freeYe publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily wonGod out of knowledge and good out of infinite painAnd sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.Sidney Lanier
The incalculable Up-and-Down of Time.Sidney Lanier
Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came.Sidney Lanier
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain: Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and together again Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain, Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall.Sidney Lanier
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-with-holding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!Sidney Lanier