Rubric

I ’ll not believe the dullard dark,
Nor all the winds that weep,
But I shall find the farthest dream
That kisses me, asleep.

More poems by Josephine Preston Peabody

A Changeling Grateful

Here they give me greeting,
House me warm within,
Break their bread and share it …
A Far-Off Rose

O Far-off rose of long ago,
An hour of sweet, an hour of red,
To live, to breathe, and then to go …
A Song of Solomon

King solomon was the wisest man
Of all that have been kings.
He built an House unto the Lord; …
After Music

I Saw not they were strange, the ways I roam,
Until the music called, and called me thence,
And tears stirred in my heart as tears may come …