Poems by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene

Hedge a lion in his lair,
Bind him fast with leash and thong;
Muscles quiver, eyeballs glare...

OPHELIA IN HAMLET. Adown the soft meadow, the green growing meadow,
There floweth a river its...

I look within thine eyes,
My little child,
And see them dark and deep and earnest-clear;
Th...

I One loved her for her beauteous face,
Oh, very fair was she!
With humid eyes, a lily's gr...

If I had known, dear heart, that thou wouldst be
Struck from my side with half our journey don...

I take, O poet mine, within my hand,
My hand that hath been empty over long,
I take from th...

Beautiful dream, can I awake
And from the fond illusion part?
Can I the spell of sweetness bre...

And so, my friend, you will garner tomorrow,
Your ripened fields of waving grain;
And you s...

Where's nature's breast with anguish riven,
Upheaved in mad appeal to heaven,
Rock-rent and s...

I cast a leaf on the flowing tide,
Writing it first upon either side, With lines that ...

Oh! Man may conjure, and art may dream,
And science travail in tedious pain,
To bring forth ...

Two children stood on a blackened wharf,
Watching the ships at sea;
One resolute, brown-eyed...

Hath a very little rift,
That unnoticed came between
Our lives, widened till the cleft
Yawns...

Two travelers met on the burning sand
Of a desert that stretched their worlds between;
Abroad ...

I Near the ancient town of Raleigh,
This many and many a day,
There lies a warm green valley...