Alice Wellington Rollins

  • On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose;
    No pain,—delicious weariness instead;
    Sweet silence broods around the quiet bed,
    And round me breathes the fragrance of the rose.
    The moonlight leans against the pane, and shows
    The little leaves outside in watchful...

  • Many things thou hast given me, dear heart;
    But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream
    Of heaven as of a country that should seem
    Beyond all glory that divinest art
    Has pictured:—with this I have had to part
    Since knowing thee;—how long, love, will the...

  • He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench,
    And, kneeling on one knee before one more
    Pale page of uncarved marble, murmured fast,
    “Here will I ask it! here in marble! here
    Will I carve well the restless, patient sphinx,
    With eyes that burn, though...