Lucy White Jennison

Poems (3)

• A Dream of Death

  I died; they wrapped me in a shroud, / With hollow mourning, far too loud, …

• Bondage

  “and this is freedom!” cried the serf; “At last / I tread free soil, the free air blows on me;” …

• The Burden of Love

  I bear an unseen burden constantly; / Waking or sleeping I can never thrust …