Poems by Charles G. D. Roberts

She rose in the night and fled;
Such a night there was never another.
And her small hands show...

This windy, bright September afternoon
My heart is wide awake, yet full of dreams.
The air, ...

Sharp drives the rain, sharp drives the endless rain.
The rain-winds wake and wander, lift and...

Subtler than all sorceries
This tender breath upon mine eyes;
Surer than steel, though soft a...