Poems by Caroline Spencer

An Autumn sun, a golden haze,
The first of bright October days
In a calm radiance shining;
...

A shudder runs across
The water rippling by;
A tremor through the leaves,
And in the heart a...

Earth has no loss. Life-giving God,
Thy will in Nature is not crost;
Though quick with myriad...

The world lies deep in darkness; but the night
Was deeper yet upon the highest hills,
And stil...

O meadow that lies right under the skies
Open all night and day,
I wish I were listening half ...

Where's the hearth, however low,
Knoweth not this guest?
When the sunset embers glow,
Enter...

You would pass it by among the rest,
Curious world, as you haste along,
The tiny, secret jo...

He sits in winter's sleet, and the snow is round his feet,
But he cares not for the cold;
Fo...

Thou hast not fallen to decay,
O ever-buoyant Nature!
The streams have kept their wonted way, ...

One night I passed the gardens of the King;
The air was sweet with many roses blown,
And thro...

Have we not seen some glimpses of her face,
Or felt her presence make a holy place,
Or touche...

If a hand hath such a stain
It will ne'er come white again--
(Though its cleansing hath suffice...

With high pavilions, sunrise-gilt,
By the white-footed mornings trod,
How glorious are the h...

O ye who dwell beneath the temperate sun,
And till the happy fields of every day,
Know ye wha...

The power that cometh, goeth,
As the wind bloweth;
The music-making sprite,
The player on ...