The Fisher-Maidens, by Henry Abbey
Normandy. We two are fisher-maidens, and we dwell beside the sea
Where the surf is ever rollin...
Poems by Henry Abbey
Flos Morti, by Henry Abbey
Maiden, whom I so briefly knew
That unto me thou art a dream,
A lovely vision lost to view
A...
The French Marshall, by Henry Abbey
Macmahon up the street of Paris came,
In triumph from Magenta; every one
Had heard and praised...
Invocation to the Sun, by Henry Abbey
O Sun, toward which the earth's uneven face
Turns ever round, strong Emperor of Day,
To thee...