Charlotte Fiske Bates

  • Delay

    I Do affirm that thou hast saved the race
    As much as thou hast ever made it lose:
    Men of quick action may thy name abuse,
    But the world’s life and theirs attest thy grace.
    An hour of thee doth sometimes turn the face
    Of men and kingdoms, bidding them...

  • The Living Book

    This bears the seal of immortality,
      For every soul that reads it feels the search
    Of answering thought, and thousands there may be
    Saying at once, “How straight that looks at me!”
      Nor child nor fool it leaveth in the lurch;
    But, like the eyes that mark...

  • Woodbines in October

    As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear,
      While long and low the wind about them grieves:
    The heart of Autumn must have broken here,
      And poured its treasure out upon the leaves.

  • Delay

    I do affirm that thou hast saved the race
    As much as thou hast ever made it lose:
    Men of quick action may thy name abuse,
    But the world’s life and theirs attest thy grace.
    An hour of thee doth sometimes turn the face
    Of men and kingdoms, bidding them...

  • The Clue

    Oh, frame some little word for me
    None else shall ever hear or see,—
    Something my soul can call her own,
    When suddenly she feels alone;
    Something that she can take away
    When God shall draw the veil of clay;
    Something that thou wilt know her by...

  • A Character

    His face is truly of the Roman mould,
      He bears within the heart of Cato, too;
    Although his look may seem severe and cold,
      He never would be false to truth or you.

    And deepest feeling hides about the mouth;
      His soul-wind blows not always from the...