Henry Van Dyke

Thank you, John, for lending me this pale, teal-blue copy – goldleaf, hand cut pages – of Henry V. Dyke’s first poems. And thank you, Mr. Van Dyke, for understanding what my heart could never say.

Yours is the echo of my own.


If all the skies were sunshine,

Our faces would be fain

To feel once more upon them

The cooling plash of rain

If all the world were music,

Our hearts would often long

For one sweet strain of silence,

To break the endless song.

If life were always merry,

Our souls would seek relief,

And rest from weary laughter

In the quiet arms of grief.

henry van dyke

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