John Albee

Poems (5)

• A Soldier's Grave

  Break not his sweet repose— / Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, …

• Bos'n Hill

  The wind blows wild on Bos’n Hill, / Far off is heard the ocean’s rote; …

• Dandelions

  Now dandelions in the short, new grass, / Through all their rapid stages daily pass; …

• Landor

  Come, walter Savage Landor, come this way; / Step through the lintel low, with prose or verse, …

• Music and Memory

  Enchantress, touch no more that strain! / I know not what it may contain, …