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• Unanswered

  I wanted you when skies were red,
  And now the sky is gray;
  I thought of you when shadows fled— …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• Her Music

  It trembled off the keys,—a parting kiss
  So sweet,—the angel slept upon his sword
  As through the gate of Paradise we swept,— …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• Heaven

  only to find Forever, blest
  By thine encircling arm;
  Only to lie beyond unrest …

  Martha Gilbert Dickinson

• October in Tennessee

  Far, far away, beyond a hazy height,
  The turquoise skies are hung in dreamy sleep;
  Below, the fields of cotton, fleecy-white, …

  Walter Malone

• He Who Hath Loved

  He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain,
  And worn the royal purple of a king;
  Hath shrunk beneath the icy Winter’s sting, …

  Walter Malone

• Joined the Blues

  Says stonewall Jackson to “Little Phil:” “Phil, have you heard the news?
  Why, our ‘Joe’ Wheeler—‘Fighting Joe’—has gone and joined the blues.
  “Ay, no mistake—I saw him come—I heard the oath he took— …

  John Jerome Rooney

• The Homing

  Admiral, Admiral, sailing home—
  Sailing home through the far, dim seas,
  Know you the sound that over the foam …

  John Jerome Rooney

• The Men behind the Guns

  A Cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here ’s to the Captain bold,
  And never forget the Commodore’s debt when the deeds of might are told!
  They stand to the deck through the battle’s wreck when the great shells roar and screech— …

  John Jerome Rooney

• Where Helen Comes

  Where Helen comes, as falls the dew,
  Where Helen comes Peace cometh too!
  From out the golden, western lands, …

  John Jerome Rooney

• The Rahat

  Upon Nirwána’s brink the ráhat stood;
  Beneath him rolled the Ocean of the All:
  Responsive flowed the current of his blood …

  John Jerome Rooney

• A Beam of Light

  A Beam of light, from the infinite depths of the midnight sky,
  Painted with infinite love a star in a convict’s eye;
  When, lo! the ghosts of his sins were afraid and fled with a curse, …

  John Jerome Rooney

• A Song about Singing

  O Nightingale, the poet’s bird,
  A kinsman dear thou art,
  Who never sings so well as when …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• In November

  Brown earth-line meets gray heaven,
  And all the land looks sad;
  But Love ’s the little leaven …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• Music of Hungary

  My body answers you, my blood
  Leaps at your maddening, piercing call
  The fierce notes startle, and the veil …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• A Crowned Poet

  In thy coach of state
  Pass, O King, along:
  He no envy feels …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• Love's Change

  I Went to dig a grave for Love,
  But the earth was so stiff and cold
  That, though I strove through the bitter night, …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• Fraternity

  I Ask not how thy suffering came,
  Or if by sin, or if by shame,
  Or if by Fate’s capricious rulings: …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• April-and Dying

  Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees,
  Blacks buds, that sun and shower distend;
  All other things begin anew, …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• A Little Parable

  I Made the cross myself whose weight
  Was later laid on me.
  This thought is torture as I toil …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

• Death at Daybreak

  I Shall go out when the light comes in—
  There lie my cast-off form and face;
  I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, …

  Anne Reeve Aldrich

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