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Moth-Song what dost thou here, Thou dusky courtier, Within the pinky palace of the rose? Here is no bed for thee, No honeyed spicery,— But for the golden bee, And the gay wind, and me, Its sweetness grows. Rover, thou... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	Her Picture Autumn was cold in Plymouth town; The wind ran round the shore, Now softly passing up and down, Now wild and fierce and fleet, Wavering overhead, Moaning in the narrow street As one beside the dead. The leaves of... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	On Kingston Bridge On kingston Bridge the starlight shone Through hurrying mists in shrouded glow; The boding night-wind made its moan, The mighty river crept below. ’T was All Souls’ night, and to and fro The quick and dead together walked, The quick and dead... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	So Wags the World Memory cannot linger long, Joy must die the death. Hope’s like a little silver song Fading in a breath. So wags the weary world away Forever and a day. But love, that sweetest madness, Leaps and grows in toil and sadness, ... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz
Praise-God Barebones I and my cousin Wildair met And tossed a pot together;— Burnt sack it was that Molly brewed, For it was nipping weather. ’Fore George! To see Dick buss the wench Set all the inn folk laughing! They dubbed him pearl of cavaliers At... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	Pamela in Town the fair Pamela came to town, To London town, in early summer; And up and down and round about The beaux discussed the bright new-comer, With “Gadzooks, sir,” and “Ma’am, my duty,” And “Odds my life, but ’t is a Beauty!” To Ranelagh... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	April Fantasie The fresh, bright bloom of the daffodils Makes gold in the garden bed, Gold that is like the sunbeams Loitering overhead. Bloom, bloom In the sun and the wind,— April hath a fickle mind. The budding twigs of the sweetbrier... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	Quaker Ladies More shy than the shy violet, Hiding when the wind doth pass, Nestled in the nodding grass, With morning mist all wet, In open woodland ways The Quaker Lady strays. Pale as noonday cloudlets are, Floating in the blue, This... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz
The Bride's Toilette “dame, how the moments go— And the bride is not ready! Call all her tiring maids, Paul, Jean, and Thedie. Is this your robe, my dear? Faith, but she ’s steady! The bridegroom is blest who gets Such a brave lady.” “Pardi!... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz	A Cry from the Shore Come down, ye graybeard mariners, Unto the wasting shore! The morning winds are up,—the gods Bid me to dream no more. Come tell me whither I must sail, What peril there may be, Before I take my life in hand And venture out to sea!... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz