Will’s work is defined by its painter sensibility — an enduring influence on generations that followed. Most artists are dead; following is a declaration of love.

Sonnet: "When I have fears that I may cease to be"
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Ode: "Bards of passion and of mirth"
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Swooned Murmuring of Love, and Pale with Pain
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Keats' Last Sonnet
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Ode on Melancholy
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

On This Side of Jove's Clouds
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

And Lycius' Arms Were Empty of Delight
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

I Dreamt I Saw Thee Robed in Purple Flakes
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

A Nymph, To Whom All Hoofed Satyrs Knelt Head-peice, Part 1
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

And in its Marriage Robe the Heavy Body Wound
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

What Wreath for Lamia? What for Lycius? What for the Sage
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Pale Grew Her Immortality, For Woe of All These Lovers
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

They Were Enthroned, in the Eventide, Upon a Couch - Head-Piece, Part II
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

The Sophist's Eye, Like a Sharp Spear, Went Through Her Utterly
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Into the Green Recessed Woods They Flew
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

And So He Rested on the Lonely Ground
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

The Words She Spake Came as Through Bubbling Honey
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Lamia
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

The Guarded Nymph Near-Smiling on the Green
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932

Checking His Love Trance, a Cup He Took Full Brimm'd
Will Hicock Low American, 1853-1932