Poems

The Dream of Margaret It fell upon a summer night The village folk were soundly sleeping, Unconscious of the glamour white In which the moon all […]

The First of May ( A Memory) THE WATERS make a music low: The river reeds Are trembling to the tunes of long ago— Dead days […]

The Gleaner METHOUGHT I came unto a world-wide plain Where souls stood thick as grain at harvest-tide, And many reapers, full of pious pride, With rapid […]

The Gods Last night, as one who hears a tragic jest, I woke from dreams, half-laughing, half in tears; Methought that I had journeyed in the […]

The Hawthorn BY the road, near her father’s dwelling, There groweth a hawthorn tree: Its blossoms are fair and fragrant As the love that I cast […]

The Little People WHO are these strange small folk, These that come to our homes as kings, Asking nor leave nor grace, Bending our necks to […]

The Martyr Not only on cross and gibbet, By sword, and fire, and flood, Have perished the world’s sad martyrs Whose names are writ in blood. […]

The Night Ride The Red sun on the lonely lands Gazed, under clouds of rose, As one who under knitted hands Takes one last look and […]

The Nightingale WHEN the moon a golden-pale Lustre on my casement flings, An enchanted nightingale In the haunted silence sings. Strange the song—its wondrous words Taken […]

The Old Wife and the New He sat beneath the curling vines That round the gay verandah twined, His forehead seamed with sorrow’s lines, An old […]