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• Evanescence

  What ’s the brightness of a brow?
  What ’s a mouth of pearls and corals?
  Beauty vanishes like a vapor, …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• Music in the Night

  When stars pursue their solemn flight,
  Oft in the middle of the night,
  A strain of music visits me, …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• A Sigh

  It was nothing but a rose I gave her,—
  Nothing but a rose
  Any wind might rob of half its savor, …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• The Pines

  Couldst thou, Great Fairy, give to me
  The instant’s wish, that I might see
  Of all the earth’s that one dear sight …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• Voice

  Said the archangels, moving in their glory,
  Seeing the suns bend out along their courses,
  Seeing the earth swim up in vernal light, …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• The Hunt

  Wild stream the clouds, and the fresh wind is singing,
  Red is the dawn, and the world white with rime,—
  Music, O music! The hunter’s horn ringing! …

  Harriet Prescott Spofford

• To-night

  Bend low, O dusky Night,
  And give my spirit rest.
  Hold me to your deep breast, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• A Painted Fan

  Roses and butterflies snared on a fan,
  All that is left of a summer gone by;
  Of swift, bright wings that flashed in the sun, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• The Shadow Dance

  She sees her image in the glass,—
  How fair a thing to gaze upon!
  She lingers while the moments run, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Laus Veneris

  Pallid with too much longing,
  White with passion and prayer,
  Goddess of love and beauty, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Laura Sleeping

  Come hither and behold this lady’s face,
  Who lies asleep, as if strong Death had kissed
  Upon her eyes the kiss none can resist, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Hic Jacet

  So love is dead that has been quick so long!
  Close, then, his eyes, and bear him to his rest,
  With eglantine and myrtle on his breast, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• The Last Good-By

  How shall we know it is the last good-by?
  The skies will not be darkened in that hour,
  No sudden blight will fall on leaf or flower, …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Were but My Spirit Loosed upon the Air

  Were but my spirit loosed upon the air,—
  By some High Power who could Life’s chains unbind,
  Set free to seek what most it longs to find,— …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• We Lay Us Down to Sleep

  We lay us down to sleep,
  And leave to God the rest:
  Whether to wake and weep …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Louisa May Alcott

  As the wind at play with a spark
  Of fire that glows through the night,
  As the speed of the soaring lark …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• Love's Resurrection Day

  Round among the quiet graves,
  When the sun was low,
  Love went grieving,—Love who saves: …

  Louise Chandler Moulton

• To John Greenleaf Whittier

  Dear singer of our fathers’ day,
  Who lingerest in the sunset glow,
  Our grateful hearts all bid thee stay; …

  William Hayes Ward

• The New Castalia

  Out of a cavern on Parnassus’ side,
  Flows Castaly; and with the flood outblown
  From its deep heart of ice, the mountain’s breath …

  William Hayes Ward

• My New World

  my prow is tending toward the west,
  Old voices growing faint, dear faces dim,
  And all that I have loved the best …

  Irving Browne

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