Helen Gray Cone
Poems (8)
- A Yellow PansyTo the wall of the old green garden
- Arraignment“not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us,” cry
- Fair EnglandWhite england shouldering from the sea,
- The ContrastHe loved her, having felt his love begin
- The Last Cup of CanarySo, the powder ’s low, and the larder ’s clean,
- The Ride to the Lady“now since mine even is come at last,—
- The Spring BeautiesThe puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church;
- ThisbeThe garden within was shaded,