Ghosts, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The ghosts that come from out the years,
Dream-winged and purged of passion's fears,
Troop ro...
Poems by Edward Robeson Taylor
Her Resting Place, by Edward Robeson Taylor
She rests not where the bending flowers
Can spill their perfumes over her,
But in the cells of...
In a Church, by Edward Robeson Taylor
Tile-roofed and low it meekly stands,
The loving work of loving hands,
And views, from out i...
In Memory, by Edward Robeson Taylor
Full oft it was as balmy night
Wove many a web of dreamy light,
The moon so touched her buddin...
In November, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The year draws nigh the edge of death; for see,
These dreary branches have already shed
Such m...
In the Petrified Forest, Arizona, by Edward Robeson Taylor
All round us here, in myriad number strown,
The monstrous trunks, great chips and splinters l...
In Time of Autumn, by Edward Robeson Taylor
I do remember in the Long Ago
How flamed the maple 'gainst the clouded sky,
While oak and hick...
In Time of November, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The leaves are falling, falling,
By autumn's breath embrowned;
The restless winds are callin...
In Union Square, San Francisco, by Edward Robeson Taylor
With look bespeaking golden prophecy
For that dear city she has made her own,
Superbly poises ...
An Arizona Cactus, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The burning sun has scorched the rainless ground,
Where the volcano's progeny still lie;
And ...
Beauty, by Edward Robeson Taylor
AFTER FERNAND GREGH This eve dream brims my heart, my tears unbidden rise,
Eachwhile I feel a...