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• Poe's Cottage at Fordham

  Here lived the soul enchanted
  By melody of song;
  Here dwelt the spirit haunted …

  John Henry Boner

• We Walked among the Whispering Pines

  It was a still autumnal day—
  So sadly still and strangely bright—
  The hectic glow of quick decay …

  John Henry Boner

• The Light'ood Fire

  When wintry days are dark and drear
  And all the forest ways grow still,
  When gray snow-laden clouds appear …

  John Henry Boner

• The Water-Lily

  Whence, o fragrant form of light,
  Hast thou drifted through the night,
  Swanlike, to a leafy nest, …

  John Banister Tabb

• To Shelley

  at shelley’s birth,
  The Lark, dawn-spirit, with an anthem loud
  Rose from the dusky earth …

  John Banister Tabb

• The Sisters

  The waves forever move;
  The hills forever rest:
  Yet each the heavens approve, …

  John Banister Tabb

• Anonymous

  Anonymous—nor needs a name
  To tell the secret whence the flame,
  With light, and warmth, and incense, came …

  John Banister Tabb

• Clover

  Little masters, hat in hand
  Let me in your presence stand,
  Till your silence solve for me …

  John Banister Tabb

• The Departed

  They cannot wholly pass away,
  How far soe’er above;
  Nor we, the lingerers, wholly stay …

  John Banister Tabb

• The Druid

  Godlike beneath his grave divinities,
  The last of all their worshippers, he stood.
  The shadows of a vanished multitude …

  John Banister Tabb

• Helen

  The autumn seems to cry for thee,
  Best lover of the autumn days!
  Each scarlet-tipped and wine-red tree, …

  Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

• Gulf Stream

  Lonely and cold and fierce I keep my way,
  Scourge of the lands, companioned by the storm,
  Tossing to heaven my frontlet, wild and gray, …

  Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

• Night after Night

  Night after night we dauntlessly embark
  On slumber’s stream, in whose deep waves are drowned
  Sorrow and care, and with all senses bound …

  Gertrude Bloede

• My Father's Child

  About her head or floating feet
  No halo’s starry gleam,
  Still dark and swift uprising, like …

  Gertrude Bloede

• Soul, Wherefore Fret Thee?

  Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw
  Some light upon the primal mystery
  Through rolling ages pondered ceaselessly, …

  Gertrude Bloede

• Out of the Old House, Nancy

  Out of the old house, Nancy—moved up into the new;
  All the hurry and worry is just as good as through.
  Only a bounden duty remains for you and I— …

  Will Carleton

• When the Grass Shall Cover Me

  when the grass shall cover me,
  Head to foot where I am lying;
  When not any wind that blows, …

  Ina Coolbrith

• The Mariposa Lily

  Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
  Poised upon slender tip, and quivering
  To flight! a flower of the fields of air; …

  Ina Coolbrith

• Fruitionless

  Ah! little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed,
  The meadow-brook beside,
  Dropping delicious balms …

  Ina Coolbrith

• Helen Hunt Jackson

  What songs found voice upon those lips,
  What magic dwelt within the pen,
  Whose music into silence slips, …

  Ina Coolbrith

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