Frank Dempster Sherman

Poems (8)

• At Midnight

  See, yonder, the belfry tower / That gleams in the moon’s pale light; …

• Her Guitar

  By the fire that loves to tint her / Cheeks the color of a rose, …

• On a Greek Vase

  Divinely shapen cup, thy lip / Unto me seemeth thus to speak: …

• On Some Buttercups

  A little way below her chin, / Caught in her bosom’s snowy hem, …

• The Library

  Give me the room whose every nook / Is dedicated to a book: …

• The Rose's Cup

  Down in a garden olden,— / Just where, I do not know,— …

• The Shadows

  All up and down in shadow-town / The shadow children go; …

• To a Rose

  Go, rose, and in her golden hair / You shall forget the garden soon; …