Poems by Alice Williams Brotherton

Where is that healing plant the ancients fable?
Moly they named it; all the flower was white,
...

To E. W. T. If she neglected one especial gift
And turned from laurel crowns she might have won...

Now Pygmalion, the statuary of Cyprus, became enamored of a beautiful statue of ivory and gold ...

Oh dear, where is the Baby gone?
I can't tell where I missed him;
Why only last night in his ...

In the gray beech shadows
Dewey violets hide,
Anemone and blood-root
Blossom side by side;
...

A song welled up in the singer's heart,
(Like song in the throat of a bird, )
And loud he sang...

Love has wings as light as a bird,
Guileless he looks, as a dove, of wrong.--
Whatever his s...

A singer went singing adown the world,
Now in green meadows and now in the town,
Anon where t...

Working as erst by law, not miracle,
By genius God doth lift a common soul
To some still sp...

Lush juices of ripe fruits; splashed color flung
From Frost's first palette--purple, gold and r...

King Frodë from Sweden
Two giant maidens brought:
With many a shining gulden
From King F...

What is your art, O poet?
Only to catch and to hold
In a poor, frail word-mould
A little of ...

"What ship is this comes sailing
Across the harbor bar,
So strange yet half familiar,
With t...

Is this the world that was so young
And fresh and fair but yesterday?
To his fond mate a rounde...

The sad earth cowers beneath the snow
That wraps her like a shroud,
Around the house the bleak...