Poems (14)
- FartherFar-off a young State rises, full of might:
- IrelandA great, still Shape, alone,
- IrelandA Seaside Portrait
- Leaves at My WindowI watch the leaves that flutter in the wind,
- Purposestrong in thy steadfast purpose, be
- Rose and RootThe rose aloft in sunny air,
- The Child in the StreetEven as tender parents lovingly
- The GuerdonTo the quick brow Fame grudges her best wreath
- The Lost GeniusA giant came to me when I was young,
- The Mower in OhioThe bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay:
- To a LadyYou ask a verse, to sing (ah, laughing face!)
- To a LadyOn Her Art of Growing Old Gracefully
- To Abraham LincolnStern be the pilot in the dreadful hour
- Torch-Light in AutumnI lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare,