Nathan Haskell Dole

Poems (4)

• A Russian Fantasy

  O’er the yellow crocus on the lawn / Floats a light white butterfly. …

• Larks and Nightingales

  Alone I sit at eventide: / The twilight glory pales, …

• Russia

  Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour / Thy offspring, who by loving thee are curst? …

• To an Imperilled Traveller

  Unflinching dante of a later day, / Thou who hast wandered through the realms of pain …