Elizabeth Oakes Smith

  • The Drowned Mariner

    A mariner sat on the shrouds one night;
        The wind was piping free;
    Now bright, now dimmed was the moon-light pale,
    And the phosphor gleamed in the wake of the whale,
        As he floundered in the sea;
    The scud was flying athwart the sky,
    The...

  • From "The Sinless Child"

    Her ways were gentle while a babe,
      With calm and tranquil eye,
    That turned instinctively to seek
      The blueness of the sky.
    A holy smile was on her lip
      Whenever sleep was there;
    She slept, as sleeps the blossom, hushed
      Amid the silent...