Maria Gowen Brooks

Poems (4)

• Farewell to Cuba

  Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers, / I love thy dark-eyed daughters there; …

• From "Zophiel"

  High towered the palace and its massive pile, / Made dubious if of nature or of art, …

• Song of Egla

  Day in melting purple dying, / Blossoms all around me sighing, …

• The Respite

  The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape, / Bossed o’er with gems, were beautiful to view; …