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At Last At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life's early hours is past, Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them close at last at last! Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless bough By autumn robbed, by winter chilled, But... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	Last Friend, whose smile has come to be Very precious unto me, Though I know I drank not first Of your love’s bright fountain-burst, Yet I grieve not for the past, So you only love me last! Other souls may find their joy In the blind love of a boy: ... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	Sea-Birds O lonesome sea-gull, floating far Over the ocean’s icy waste, Aimless and wide thy wanderings are, Forever vainly seeking rest:— Where is thy mate, and where thy nest? ’Twixt wintry sea and wintry sky, Cleaving the keen air with thy... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	My Dearling My dearling!—thus, in days long fled, In spite of creed and court and queen, King Henry wrote to Anne Boleyn,— The dearest pet name ever said, And dearly purchased, too, I ween! Poor child! she played a losing game: She won a heart,—so... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen
The Last Landlord You who dread the cares and labors Of the tenant’s annual quest, You who long for peace and rest, And the quietest of neighbors, You may find them, if you will, In the city on the hill. One indulgent landlord leases All the... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	In a Garret This realm is sacred to the silent past; Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare Of dust and dreams; the years are long since last A stranger’s footfall pressed the creaking stair. This room no housewife’s tidy hand disturbs; And here, like... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	Rock Me to Sleep Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	Little Feet Two little feet, so small that both may nestle In one caressing hand,— Two tender feet upon the untried border Of life’s mysterious land. Dimpled, and soft, and pink as peach-tree blossoms, In April’s fragrant days, ... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen
Rock Me to Sleep Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	The Telltale Once, on a golden afternoon, With radiant faces and hearts in tune, Two fond lovers in dreaming mood Threaded a rural solitude. Wholly happy, they only knew That the earth was bright and the sky was blue, That light and beauty and joy... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen