Poems by Eliza Allen Starr

"My flesh also shall rest in hope." With the spring come happy voices
On the street,
Merry gr...

SAINT JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. 1866. I hear the soft low rain
Falling on the window pane,
Feel it to...

They whisper that her cheek has lost
The richly mantling glow,
Which told its own unconscious ...

I well remember how, a girl,
I watched the first fair snowflake whirl
From cold November's ev...

SPRING PARK, 1864. "One of the wonders, with us children, was the Ford:
How your eye lights...

In the twilight of a pensive mind,
And the early hour of even,
I watch the sunlight fade from...

October 9th, 1860. SPRING PARK. October's loveliest flower, so wondrous blue,
Whose eyelids,...

In thy still haze of golden light,
The masted ships float out of sight;
The merchandise of di...

The woods so strangely solemn and majestic,
The awful noontide twilight 'neath grand trees,
T...

How lonely on the hillside look the graves!
The summer green no longer o'er them waves;
No mor...