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• In Time of Grief

  Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone,
  The box dripped in the air;
  Its odor through my house was blown …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• To a Town Poet

  Snatch the departing mood;
  Make yours its emptying reed, and pipe us still
  Faith in the time, faith in our common blood, …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• Trust

  I am Thy grass, O Lord!
  I grow up sweet and tall
  But for a day, beneath Thy sword …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• A Holiday

  Along the pastoral ways I go,
  To get the healing of the trees,
  The ghostly news the hedges know; …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• Keats

  An english lad, who, reading in a book,
  A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee,
  Saw the broad violet of the Egean Sea …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• Reserve

  Keep back the one word more,
  Nor give of your whole store;
  For, it may be, in Art’s sole hour of need, …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• The Southern Snow-Bird

  I see a tiny fluttering form
  Beneath the soft snow’s soundless storm,
  ’Mid a strange noonlight palely shed …

  William Hamilton Hayne

• To a Cherokee Rose

  Thy one white leaf is open to the sky,
  And o’er thy heart swift lights and shadows pass,—
  The wooing winds seem loath to wander by, …

  William Hamilton Hayne

• A Cyclone at Sea

  A throat of thunder, a tameless heart,
  And a passion malign and free,
  He is no sheik of the desert sand. …

  William Hamilton Hayne

• Sleep and His Brother Death

  Just ere the darkness is withdrawn,
  In seasons of cold or heat,
  Close to the boundary line of Dawn …

  William Hamilton Hayne

• The Yule Log

  Out of the mighty Yule log came
  The crooning of the lithe wood-flame,—
  A single bar of music fraught …

  William Hamilton Hayne

• To a Child

  I look upon thy happy face—
  Dear child with those undarkened eyes
  Like glimpses of transparent skies— …

  George Edgar Montgomery

• A Dead Soldier

  He sleeps at last—a hero of his race.
  Dead!—and the night lies softly on his face,
  While the faint summer stars, like sentinels, …

  George Edgar Montgomery

• At Night

  The sun is sinking over hill and sea,
  Its red light fires a spectral line of shore;
  Night droops upon our half-world mistily …

  George Edgar Montgomery

• Recrimination

  I
  said life to Death: “Methinks, if I were you,
  I would not carry such an awesome face …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• To an Obscure Poet Who Lives on My Hearth

  Why shouldst thou cease thy plaintive song
  When I draw near?
  Has mankind done thee any wrong, …

  Charles Lotin Hildreth

• Implora Pace

  I stood within the cypress gloom
  Where old Ferrara’s dead are laid,
  And mused on many a sculptured tomb, …

  Charles Lotin Hildreth

• At the Mermaid Inn

  At table yonder sits the man we seek,
  Beside the ingle, where the crimson flare
  Reveals him through the eddying tavern reek, …

  Charles Lotin Hildreth

• Destiny

  Our many years are made of clay and cloud,
  And quick desire is but as morning dew;
  And love and life, that linger and are proud, …

  Harrison Smith Morris

• The Lonely-Bird

  O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird!
  Perched in green dimness of the dewy wood,
  And murmuring, in that lonely, lover mood, …

  Harrison Smith Morris

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