Henry Van Dyke Comments (8)
12 Aug 2017 11:21
Hello everyone. I am in possession of 25 hand written and or typed letters from Henry Van Dyke. If anyone can connect me with anyone that would be interested to purchase, please reach out.
21 Mar 2017 04:35
Correction: The original name was Home Thoughts from Europe. The first two stanzas are reversed and there are minor word edits.
20 Mar 2017 07:38
I have the original handwritten America for Me, on hotel stationary. It is signed by Van Dyke. The original name was House thoughts from Europe. just found it, and will be listing it on ebay.
11 Sep 2013 02:52
I have an original copy of The Poems of Henry Van Dyke. Leather edition 1913. It is in good conditon and I would like to sell it.
07 Jun 2010 08:29
I have been asked to read the poem of Henry Van Dyke, Gone From My Sight, at a memorial service,6/12/10 and give an introduction. If you have a an insight or comments into this poem, and when and why it was written, I'd appreciate hearing whatever it is that you wish to share. Thanks, Nancie
Wm George Hess
07 Mar 2010 01:41
I am glad to see Henry Van Dyke's poems so accessible but when they are published without the date of the original publication, it becomes virtually impossible to make a correct citation of the poem America for Me. Does anyone know when he first published it other than appearing in an anthology of poems in 1958 and begin critiqued by Jack London?
28 Jul 2005 04:19
To Tess A: We are reading this same poem at my father-in-law's memorial service. I was searching for info on Henry van Dyke and whether he actually wrote this poem. Here it is: I am standing upon the sea shore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says; “There, she is gone! ” “Gone where? ” Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone! ” There are other eyes watching her and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes! ” And that is dying. Henry Van Dyke
02 Feb 2005 02:09
am looking for a Henry Van Dyke. poem and it startes with this I am standing Upon the seashore...