It was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy who was half-past three; And the way they played together Was beautiful to see.

- Henry Cuyler Bunner

Off with your hat, as the flag goes by! And let the heart have its say; you're man enough for a tear in your eye that you will not wipe away.

- Henry Cuyler Bunner

Ah woe is me, through all my daysWisdom and wealth I both have got,And fame and name and great men's praise;But Love, ah! Love I have it not.

- Henry Cuyler Bunner

What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants the friend of sun and sky; He plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty, towering high,…

- Henry Cuyler Bunner

Love must kiss that mortal's eyesWho hopes to see fair Arcady.No gold can buy you entrance there;But beggared Love may go all bare-No wisdom won with…

- Henry Cuyler Bunner

What does one plant who plants a tree? One plants the friend of sun and sky; One plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high.

- Henry Cuyler Bunner