Lizette Woodworth Reese

Poems (8)

• A Holiday

  Along the pastoral ways I go, / To get the healing of the trees, …

• In Time of Grief

  Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone, / The box dripped in the air; …

• Keats

  An english lad, who, reading in a book, / A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee, …

• Lydia

  Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town, / And bid your yards be gay …

• Reserve

  Keep back the one word more, / Nor give of your whole store; …

• Telling the Bees

  Bathsheba came out to the sun, / Out to our wallëd cherry-trees; …

• To a Town Poet

  Snatch the departing mood; / Make yours its emptying reed, and pipe us still …

• Trust

  I am Thy grass, O Lord! / I grow up sweet and tall …