At Broad Ripple (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) In eloquent tranquility The waters lisp and talk to me. Sometimes, far out, the surface breaks, As some proud bass an instant shakes continue reading
Passing Hail, A (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) Lose all troubles -- gain release, Languor, and exceeding peace, Cruising idly o'er the vast, Calm mid-ocean of the Past. continue reading
Ripest Peach, the (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) I drink the sunshine showered past her lips As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips. The ripest peach is highest on the tree, And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly. continue reading
Unless (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) And that most dear of everything, I hold, is love; and who can sit With lightest heart and laugh and sing, Knows not the worth of it.-- continue reading
We to Sigh Instead of Sing (by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)) We to sigh instead of sing, Yesterday in sorrow, While the lord was fashioning This for our To-morrow! continue reading
