Poems (11)
- A Call on Sir Walter Raleigh“ay, not at home, then, didst thou say?
- After WingsThis was your butterfly, you see,—
- An Irish Wild-FlowerShe felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can,
- EnvoySweet world, if you will hear me now:
- In Clonmel Parish ChurchyardWhere the graves were many, we looked for one.
- My Babes in the WoodI know a story, fairer, dimmer, sadder,
- The Term of DeathBetween the falling leaf and rose-bud’s breath;
- The Watch of a SwanI read somewhere that a swan, snow-white,
- The Witch in the Glass“my mother says I must not pass
- Tradition of ConquestHis grace of Marlborough, legends say,
- TransfiguredAlmost afraid they led her in