Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr
Poems (4)
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O Earth! Art Thou Not Weary?
O earth! art thou not weary of thy graves? / Dear, patient mother Earth, upon thy breast … -
The Fallow Field
The sun comes up and the sun goes down; / The night mist shroudeth the sleeping town; … -
Two Paths
A path across a meadow fair and sweet, / Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet, … -
With a Rose from Conway Castle
On hoary Conway’s battlemented height, / O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose! …