Maurice Thompson
Poems (7)
- A Creole Slave-SongWhat bird is that, with voice so sweet,
- A Flight ShotWe were twin brothers, tall and hale,
- A ProphecyOld soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust,
- An Early BluebirdLeap to the highest height of spring,
- The Lion's CubThe whelp that nipped its mother’s dug in turning from her breast,
- Wild HoneyWhere hints of racy sap and gum
- Written on a Fly-Leaf of TheocritusThose were good times, in olden days,