John Townsend Trowbridge

Poems (4)

• Dorothy in the Garret

  In the low-raftered garret, stooping / Carefully over the creaking boards, …

• Midsummer

  Around this lovely valley rise / The purple hills of Paradise. …

• Midwinter

  The speckled sky is dim with snow, / The light flakes falter and fall slow; …

• The Vagabonds

  We are two travellers, Roger and I. / Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp! …