Charlotte Fiske Bates

Poems (5)

• A Character

  His face is truly of the Roman mould, / He bears within the heart of Cato, too; …

• Delay

  I do affirm that thou hast saved the race / As much as thou hast ever made it lose: …

• The Clue

  Oh, frame some little word for me / None else shall ever hear or see,— …

• The Living Book

  This bears the seal of immortality, / For every soul that reads it feels the search …

• Woodbines in October

  As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear, / While long and low the wind about them grieves: …