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• The Night-Blooming Cereus

  flower of the moon!
  Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
  Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow. …

  Harriet Monroe

• A Common Inference

  A night: mysterious, tender, quiet, deep;
  Heavy with flowers; full of life asleep;
  Thrilling with insect voices; thick with stars; …

  Charlotte Perkins Stetson

• The Beds of Fleur-de-Lys

  High-lying, sea-blown stretches of green turf,
  Wind-bitten close, salt-colored by the sea,
  Low curve on curve spread far to the cool sky, …

  Charlotte Perkins Stetson

• A Conservative

  The garden beds I wandered by
  One bright and cheerful morn,
  When I found a new-fledged butterfly, …

  Charlotte Perkins Stetson

• Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore

  There in his room, whene’er the moon looks in,
  And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,
  And o’er his chart glides like an argosy, …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• In Leinster

  I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
  Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
  Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all, …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Pax Paganica

  Good oars, for Arnold’s sake,
  By Laleham lightly bound,
  And near the bank, O soft, …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• On First Entering Westminster Abbey

  Holy of England! since my light is short
  And faint, O rather by the sun anew
  Of timeless passion set my dial true, …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Martyr's Memorial

  Such natural debts of love our Oxford knows,
  So many ancient dues undesecrate,
  I marvel how the landmark of a hate …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• A Footnote to a Famous Lyric

  True love’s own talisman, which here
  Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach,
  A steel-and-velvet Cavalier …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• The Wild Ride

  I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,
  All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses;
  All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing. …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Valse Jeune

  Are favoring ladies above thee?
  Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
  Seven others are fair? But I love thee: …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Of Joan's Youth

  I would unto my fair restore
  A simple thing:
  The flushing cheek she had before! …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Sanctuary

  High above hate I dwell:
  O storms! farewell.
  Though at my sill your daggered thunders play, …

  Louise Imogen Guiney

• Meeting after Long Absence

  I
  as she FEARED IT WOULD BE
  HERE in this room where first we met, …

  Lilla Cabot Perry

• Life and Death

  O ye who see with other eyes than ours,
  And speak with tongues we are too deaf to hear,
  Whose touch we cannot feel yet know ye near, …

  Lilla Cabot Perry

• Art

  Wouldst know the artist? Then go seek
  Him in his labors. Though he strive
  That Nature’s voice alone should speak …

  Lilla Cabot Perry

• Beyond

  Once when the wind was on the roof,
  And nature seemed to question fate,
  A fiery angel, in a dream, …

  Hannah Parker Kimball

• Soul and Sense

  Myriads of motley molecules through space
  Move round triumphant. By their whirlpool pace
  Shall we be shaken? All in earth’s vast span, …

  Hannah Parker Kimball

• One Way of Trusting

  Not trust you, dear? Nay, ’t is not true.
  As sailors trust the shifting sea
  From day to day, so I trust you. …

  Hannah Parker Kimball

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