Mary Elizabeth (Hewitt) Stebbins

  • Harold the Valiant

    I mid the hills was born,
      Where the skilled bowmen
    Send with unerring shaft
      Death to the foemen.
    But I love to steer my bark,—
      To fear a stranger,—
    Over the Maelstrom’s edge,
      Daring the danger;
    And where the mariner...

  • The Sunflower to the Sun

    Hymettus’ bees are out on filmy wing,
      Dim Phosphor slowly fades adown the west,
    And Earth awakes. Shine on me, O my king!
      For I with dew am laden and oppressed.

    Long through the misty hours of morning gray
      The flowers have watched to hail thee from...