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• To Diane

  The Ruddy poppies bend and bow,
  Diane! do you remember?
  The sun you knew shines proudly now, …

  Helen Hay

• A Woman's Pride

  I Will not look for him, I will not hear
  My heart’s loud beating, as I strain to see
  Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, …

  Helen Hay

• Love's Kiss

  Kiss me but once, and in that space supreme
  My whole dark life shall quiver to an end,
  Sweet Death shall see my heart and comprehend …

  Helen Hay

• Was There Another Spring

  Was there another Spring than this?
  I half remember, through the haze
  Of glimmering nights and golden days, …

  Helen Hay

• Does the Pearl Know?

  Does the pearl know, that in its shade and sheen,
  The dreamy rose and tender wavering green,
  Are hid the hearts of all the ranging seas, …

  Helen Hay

• Sigh Not for Love

  Sigh not for love,—the ways of love are dark!
  Sweet Child, hold up the hollow of your hand
  And catch the sparks that flutter from the star! …

  Helen Hay

• Coleridge

  Thine is the mystic melody,
  The far-off murmur of some dreamland sea
  Lifting throughout the night, …

  George Sidney Hellman

• The Hudson

  Where in its old historic splendor stands
  The home of England’s far-farmed Parliament,
  And waters of the Thames in calm content …

  George Sidney Hellman

• Love and Time

  Across the gardens of Life they go,
  A strange, ill-mated pair;
  By paths where naught but blossoms blow, …

  Beatrix Demarest Lloyd

• With Roses

  In each green leaf a memory let lie:
  The pain that follows on the heels of bliss
  In every thorn; each waft of incense be a sign …

  Beatrix Demarest Lloyd

• Night-Wind

  Like some great pearl from out the Orient,
  Upheld by unseen hands,—in its rich weight
  An offering to adorn a queen’s proud state …

  Beatrix Demarest Lloyd

• The Flag Goes By

  Hats off!
  Along the street there comes
  A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, …

  Henry Holcomb Bennett

• The Coasters

  OVERLOADED, undermanned,
  Trusting to a lee,
  Playing I-spy with the land, …

  Thomas Fleming Day

• Of the Lost Ship

  What has become of the good ship Kite?
  Where is her hull of chosen oak?
  Who were the Victors, what the Fight? …

  Eugene Richard White

• Camilla

  Now Camilla’s fair fingers are plucking in rapture the pulsating strings,
  And her far-away eyes are intent on the scene and the story she sings—
  Singing her song of Felipe, her hero intrepid and true; …

  Charles Augustus Keeler

• The Song of the Sons of Esau

  Ye smooth-faced sons of Jacob, hug close your ingleside;
  Guard well the market in its wealth, the palace in its pride!
  Oh, blithe it is to wander, and the world is wide! …

  Bertha Brooks Runkle

• The Unborn

  Thou art my very own,
  A part of me,
  Bone of my bone …

  Julia Neely Finch

• Deep Waters

  Death could not come between us two:
  What fear of death could be,
  If thou, its shadow passing through, …

  Van Tassel Sutphen

• Moritura

  I Am the mown grass, dying at your feet,
  The pale grass, gasping faintly in the sun.
  I shall be dead, long, long ere day is done, …

  Margaret Gilman (George) Davidson

• The Long Night

  Who will watch thee, little mound,
  When a few more years are done,
  And I go with them to rest …

  Harry Bache Smith

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