Evening, by Dollie Radford
Listen and we shall hear the voice
Of Evening, her name she told
When we stayed our boat by th...
Poems by Dollie Radford
Cold Stone, by Dollie Radford
Cold, quite cold, I could only see
Beauty of curve and line,
I could not find that deeper th...
Chrysanthemums, by Dollie Radford
November with mysterious feet
Creeps slowly through the land,
And on the bridge and in the str...
A Bride, by Dollie Radford
I saw your portrait yesterday,
Set in a golden frame;
Around it twines a blossom-spray,
Ben...