Poems

The Magic Wand

The Magic Wand As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain– Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again– So my spirit quickens to […]

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The Mob

The Mob Why stand dumbfounded and aghast, As at invading armies sweeping by, Surprised by haggard face and threatening cry, The storm unheralded, that rose so […]

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The Night

The Night Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, The course we steer for Port of […]

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The Old Manor House

The Old Manor House An old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown, Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,–with a grand history of its own– Grand […]

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The Resting-Place

The Resting-Place “Because I live, ye shall live also.” Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone grey, Where still our […]

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The Season

The Season And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up For theatres and balls? Nay, […]

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