Julia C. R. Dorr

  • Thy Songs and Mine

    Sing thou my songs for me when I am dead!
        Soul of my soul, some day thou wilt awake
        To see the morning on the hilltops break,
    And the far summits flame with rosy red—
    But I shall wake not, though above my head
        Armies should thunder; nor for...

  • Hush!

    Oh, hush thee, Earth! Fold thou thy weary palms!
      The sunset glory fadeth in the west;
      The purple splendor leaves the mountain’s crest;
    Gray twilight comes as one who beareth alms,
    Darkness and silence and delicious calms.
      Take thou the gift, O Earth...