Poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Waiting, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

And thou wert waiting for me all these years!
While I have wept and prayed and laughed in glee: ...

November, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Lush summer had her lavish treasure hurled
On grove, and glade, and garden all abloom;
When ...

Odessa, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Radiant, beautiful Odessa!
Lying by the black-waved sea;
Mountain-crowned, wave-washed, whi...

A Prayer, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

In every great heroic deed
That lifts the human race;
In smallest, dear self-sacrifice,
I s...

A Rejected Lover's Thought, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

One moment I have held her to my breast
And looked within her deep and tender eyes;
Have seen ...

The Snow, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Folding the earth in its mantle
Pure and undefiled,
Soft in its own clear whiteness
As the ch...

Spoken Love, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Tell me you love me, --once and yet again.
Fear not my heart will ever weary grow
Hearing the w...

Songs from the Deep, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Hast thou heard the blue sea as it sings on the sand?
Dost thou know what it tells to the blosso...

A Landscape in Oils, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Though autumn, yet you somehow feel
That blue-bells blossomed here in spring;
No artist that ...

The Lost Atlantis, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Fair Atlantis, peerless country,
Lulled within the ocean's arms,
Lying beautiful and shining...

Love's Images, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Within your hands, my life is like soft clay
Moulded at will, --or better, like the snow
Of m...

A May Evening, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

A star that glimmers in the far-off gray
Of evening air; the robin's fitful cry;
The cherry tr...

A New Hampshire Pond, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Bordered by birches white and tall,
And pines that sob and sigh,
Fair Norway pond, like some...

In Port, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Come closer to me! Let me feel your breath
Wander upon my cheek and o'er my brow.
As some lost ...

Night-Blooming Cereus, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

Bride of the Night, clad in such fitting robes!
What is there in this silent, sombre mien
To ...