From Pre-Pulitzer Poetry by Robert HIllyer
[Only first lines of original poems by Mr. Hillyer will be listed here. First lines of Hillyer’s translations won’t be listed.]
A bard there was, and that a worthy wight,
A sudden chime of bluejay notes (PASTORALS 12)
Across the sand the sparkle dies away,
All day from smoky roofs the snow (MEDITATIONS 8)
Along the street, the swaying lights
Always more riches, more enjoyment, more (SONNETS 4)
And now at sunset, ripples flecked with gold
And too much thought, my friend, has taken me far (SONNETS 3)
As I was faring through a wood (MEDITATIONS 6)
As one who bears beneath his neighbour’s roof (SONNETS 9)
August afternoon in a drowse, (PASTORALS 3)
Blue light of dusk on the windowsill,
By Gate of Autumn at the Muses’ Sign, —
Chaste and eternal colonnade,
Do not demur, for I am not to blame; (PASTORALS 8)
Ever he loved the wood and field,
Fading moon, You will drag the stars with you; (MEDITATIONS 10)
Fashioned from sunlight on the eastern hill,
Flung flat against the cliff and beaten back, (CARMUS INTERLUDE: OCEAN)
From the blue air where you have wandered free(SONNETS 6)
Full length on the hills of heaven (PASTORALS 5)
Happy art thou, my phantom saint, (MEDITATIONS 5)
He who in spring’s rebirth has put his trust (SONNETS 7)
Here by this quiet pool,
Here you sit in this autumn room,
Hesperides? Right here! the faithful keeper,
High doors of quiet open, and the King (CARMUS CANTO 3)
Homage to thee, O Ra! at thy tremendous rising!
How long I have been lost I cannot know,
I am from Mount Ararat,
I made a slow lament for you, lost magic
I rode, thrice-crowned, into my capital.
I swing the rusty gate and go
I walked between columned trees alone
I watched the pond without lifting my eyes; (PASTORALS 13)
I wearied of disaster;
If the deep wood is haunted, it is I(TWO NOCTURNES)
In August as I lay upon a hill
In solemn pause the forest waits (PASTORALS 18)
In the grey November haze
In the snow I found him, When death was waiting to harvest him in his sleep.(CARMUS INTERLUDE SONG OF FREMA )
It is not, Death, that we resent your power;
It is so calm, the sea itself, asleep, (CARMUS INTERLUDE)
It is spring in Fens, spring on the sea, (CARMUS CANTO 2)
Lady to whom all men must come at last (MEDITATIONS 14)
Lamp of the West, held high aloft (PROTHALAMION 1)
Last night I wrote a letter to my friend:
Let us for ever be at peace (PASTORALS 19)
Lost-in-the-forest, do not think (PASTORALS 9)
May the castle lie in slumber (MEDITATIONS 12)
Must I, who from the fullness of my heart
Neither spoke; the silence clung,
Never fear the phantom bird
“Never think of me, never remember,” (MEDITATIONS 13)
Now all the autumn night is vast and still;
Now on the idle pond (PASTORALS 11)
O Mariners of the Sun, you have reached your port! (MEDITATIONS 11)
Pallidly sleeping, the Ocean’s mysterious daughter
Pan of the Crossroads, take the song (PASTORALS 15)
Paris was the comeliest man (PASTORALS 6)
Peace be with you, familiar trees
Piping Anne and husky Paul (PASTORALS 4)
Ponder the tone; the broken theme (PASTORALS 1)
Quieter than the shadow of a moth (SONNETS 5)
Rejected by a heliotrope,
Remember me as one
Shutters bang in the wind outside;
Slender Naiad of stone (PASTORALS 10)
So ghostly then the girl came in (PASTORALS 7)
So soft in the hemlock wood (PASTORALS 14)
Some of that August day’s long-dead delight
Spring, put on your golden sandals,
Strong wills there are that dare the worst, and break; (SONNETS 2)
Summer is over, the old cow said.
The autumn equinox has reached my land,
The Column rising from the level plain
The curtains draw across the brain (MEDITATIONS 7)
The farthest country is Tierra del Fuego, (MEDITATIONS 1)
The fireflies wink and glow, (PASTORALS 16)
The flower-girl, singing, comes up from the river,
The garden of this world, our gift of days,
The grapes are ripe, the frost is near, (PASTORALS 17)
The great desire that urged these trees so high (SONNETS 8)
The hills turn hugely in their sleep (PROTHALAMION 2)
The melody of what has passed
The mountain broods.… It is silent beneath it, (CARMUS CANTO 4)
The skirts of the careless wind have thrown (MEDITATIONS 3)
The stars came, but her Love came never, (MEDITATIONS 9)
The sunset takes up half the land,
The Swordsman of the Quiet Gate
The tall salt grass stood shoulder-high (CARMUS CANTO 1)
There was a fountain in the court
There will come a time when through me
This pathway marked No Thoroughfare (MEDITATIONS 4)
Three friends of mine who know my heart,
Thrice beautiful, my sunrise friend,
Two old men walked together down the street,
We do not suffer much now; it is over.
When I say For Ever I think of the temple of Zeus. (MEDITATIONS 2)
Wherever I seek my path, there failure is before me;
With simple words to say a simple thing (SONNETS 1)
You can not hear me, for my lute (PASTORALS 2)
You will not see me again, for the morn