Dora Read Goodale

  • I Sit here and the earth is wrapped in snow,
    And the cold air is thick with falling night:
    I think of the still, dewy summer eves,
    When cows came slowly sauntering up the lane,
    Waiting to nibble at the juicy grass;
    When the green earth was full of changing...

  • Thou hast evil
    And given place to the devil;
    Yet so cunningly thou concealest
    The thing which thou feelest,
    That no eye espieth it,
    Satan himself denieth it.
    Go where it chooseth thee,
    There is none that accuseth thee;
    Neither foe...

  • Say, in a hut of mean estate
      A light just glimmers and then is gone,
    Nature is seen to hesitate,—
      Put forth and then retract her pawn;

    Say, in the alembic of an eye
      Haughty is mixed with poor and low;
    Say, Truth herself is not so high...

  • The Heart soars up like a bird
      From a nest of care;
    Up, up to a larger sky,
      To a softer air.
    No eye can measure its flight
      And no hand can tame;
    It mounts in beauty and light,
      In music and flame.
    Of all the changes of Time...