Harrison Smith Morris

Poems (5)

• A Pine-Tree Buoy

  Where all the winds were tranquil, / And all the odors sweet, …

• Destiny

  Our many years are made of clay and cloud, / And quick desire is but as morning dew; …

• Fickle Hope

  Hope, is this thy hand / Lies warm as life in mine? …

• Mohammed and Seid

  Swept by the hot wind, stark, untrackable, / The stony desert stretches to the sky. …

• The Lonely-Bird

  O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird! / Perched in green dimness of the dewy wood, …