Harriet Prescott Spofford
Poems (8)
- A SighIt was nothing but a rose I gave her,—
- EvanescenceWhat ’s the brightness of a brow?
- Music in the NightWhen stars pursue their solemn flight,
- Phantoms AllCome, all you sailors of the southern waters,
- The HuntWild stream the clouds, and the fresh wind is singing,
- The Nun and HarpWhat memory fired her pallid face,
- The PinesCouldst thou, Great Fairy, give to me
- VoiceSaid the archangels, moving in their glory,