Poems by Edna Dean Proctor

From the grave of a lovely maiden
A white cross upward sprung,
And aloft on the carvè d...

I am so blithe and glad today!
At morn I heard a bluebird sing;
The bluebird, warbling soul o...

The snowy day was sinking down
To gloomy eve, without a star,
And winds, wild moaning from t...

Now must the storied Potomac
Laurels forever divide;
Now to the Sangamon fameless
Give of its...

'Tis Indian Summer's richest, latest day;
The skies are bending down, serenly blue;
And, t...

My love, my love, when falls the summer rain
With soothing music on the midnight eaves,
I dr...

Through storm and sun the age draws on
When Heaven and earth shall meet,
For the Lord has said...

Down the silent Mississippi, with his saintly soul aflame,
Twice a hundred years are numbered ...

(NIGHT) O the gloom of the night with the wind and the rain
Howling in, beating in from the de...

O for a summer day when time was young
And o'er the hills Aurora led the morn,
While olive gro...

A realm of dreams is that sublimest chasm
Cleft by the gods in Arizona's plain,
Where peak on ...

When I am dead, O! Let it be,
Jesus! For blessed rest in Thee!
Then, though my ear had never...