Elizabeth Stoddard
Poems (8)
- A Summer NightI feel the breath of the summer night,
- In the Still, Star-Lit NightBy the full fountain and the willow-tree,
- Last DaysAs one who follows a departing friend,
- MercedesUnder a sultry, yellow sky,
- NovemberMuch have I spoken of the faded leaf;
- On the CampagnaStop on the Appian Way,
- The Poet's SecretThe poet’s secret I must know,
- UnreturningNow all the flowers that ornament the grass,