Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

Poems (4)

• A Good-By

  The Wakening bugles cut the night: / “To horse! To horse! Away!” …

• The Dancer

  Skin creamy as the furled magnolia bud / That stabs the dusky shadows of her hair; …

• The Deathless

  What charlatans in this later day / Beat at the gates of Art! …

• To a Wild Rose Found in October

  Thou foolish blossom, all untimely blown! / Poor jest of summer, come when woods are chill! …