Poems by Mary Morgan

The shades of night have fallen now,
But clear and full shines out the moon,
And by its side ...

Ah, deem not that this simple little flower
Unfolded all its tender bloom in vain;
Did it not...

Nature, I would be thy child,
Sit and worship at thy feet;
Read the truth upon thy face,
W...

I heard a strange voice calling unto me;
Did it not fall from yon etherial air,
So wonderfull...

Inscribed to Felix Adler. To live in every thought
A life so true and pure;
To do in every de...

I wandered in the well-known path,
The sky was bright and blue,
The trees were clad in freshe...

In silence do ye gather, shades of night!
The sun in peaceful glory passed away;
As quietly a...

See where the twilight draweth nigh,
Enswathing in the fold
Of her capricious mantle grey,
T...

Dumb stands the world beside a new-made tomb;
Unuttered even is the burial prayer;
Yet not un...

So thick the mist is hanging round,
Vast ocean is not seen;
But we may hear his rolling wave,...

The heavy eyelids slowly droop,
The eyes grow less and less,
The last of languid glances flow...

It is the afterglow. The dying sun
Went down behind yon distant purple hill
Where sleep the qui...

The dawn had barely woke; the moon afar--
A silver crescent on the lonely sky--
Forsaken was by...

Tis she that walks before us day by day
Who wooed us in our early infancy,
In shining robes as...

As when the siren voices held in thrall,
In days of old, the wanderers by sea,
Enchanting th...