Poems by A. Ferdinand Herold

DEAR, do you see the autumn fruits a-lying?
Listen, what slow, monotonous flute is sighing
A...

THE Abbess on the psalter's parchment rim
Is painting doves and griffins met in love;
And ivy ...

UPON the terrace where the shadow falls,
Engarlanded by vines with golden grapes,
Marozia, w...

SNOW is falling on the ground,
Shadows on the ground are falling. Leaves are whirled be...