Poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes

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

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

The snow-drops rising hand in hand
Proclaim that spring is here;
The willow's silver finger-ti...

O sea that makes this fragile boat a toy
As if thou wouldst engulf it in thy might,
While the ...

Within the walls by art bedecked,
Beneath a glittering palace dome,
If there the voice of chi...

Helen of Troy, hard was thy ruling fate!
Woman for whom not only nations waged
Long bloody war...

God is in summer flowers that rise,
In birds that carol to the skies;
But is he less in noxio...

When day departs, dying amid his glory,
His wealth of gold, his crimson flags and shields;
...

The world had long been sleeping;
The earth was cold and gray;
I heard but the sound of my fo...

No grim, gaunt monster this to me;
A being fair, though strong, is she;
A white-robed maid...

I learned to take the hand of Pain
And look within her tear-stained eyes;
To pierce her fearfu...

Fair Contoocook, singing river,
Flowing over granite ledges,
With a fringe of tall, brown s...

A holy angel came one night
With lilies in her hand;
All silvered by the clear moonlight
I sa...

There runs the hurrying brook away,
Where meadows stretch their emerald green;
Where sleek co...

Bright bird on yonder dreary, leafless tree,
Tuning that merry, lithesome throat to sing;
Y...