Poems by Caroline Spencer

The still skies hear a moaning
Among celestial airs;
Low at the throne are drooping
The winds...

He walked in the earth and the heaven,
The Lord in his raiment bright;
His robe is crimson at...

A little nook, a barren nook,
Lowest and darkest in the hollow,
Where never sunbeam came to ...

It is the time when birds are calling,
Each to his mate, his sweetheart mate,
When airs are ...

A continuation of Leigh Hunt's Poem. Abou Ben Adhem, wise with life's increase,
Awoke one nig...