Margaret Junkin Preston
Poems (5)
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A Grave in Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond
I read the marble-lettered name, / And half in bitterness I said: … -
Myrrh-Bearers
Three women crept at break of day / A-grope along the shadowy way … -
The Hero of the Commune
“garÇon! you—you / Snared along with this cursed crew? … -
The Vision of the Snow
“she has gone to be with the angels;” / So they had always said … -
“Under the shade of the trees”
[The last words of Stonewall Jackson 1 were: “Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”] / WHAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast? …