Poems by Nellie Seelye Evans

The Christ I know no priesthood has,
No altar and no alms,
He has no hour for liturgies,
Or...

How came? How fled?
Viewless, unseen,
As squadrons of ether
That convoy a dream.
Soft came,...

December is not bleak to me,
There's bud and bloom on every tree;
And lo! Beyond these wintry...

Jars of purple, pearl, and blue,
Quick she fills with nectared dew;
All the odors Summer kn...

The lawn's green silk is softly drawn
About the garden beds,
Pinned here and there with daisy ...

The pollen on a bee's wing,
His hum against the pane,
Are hints that Summer thinks of us,
W...

I saw a new Apocalypse!
The Seraphim, the Sea
Of pearl and fire mingled,
The gates of God--w...

Across a sea of splendor
An emerald ship sailed fast,
Upon her deck an elfin crew,
A star ti...

Thy soul's a fountain, crystal clear,
With lilies set about,
Where rainbow bubbles, like th...

As some still saint in cloistered niche
Had walked the world again,
Bearing the incense of swe...

The soul of the trees is mine,
I feel each leaf and stem
Stir with the pulse earth-mother give...

Where pale mirages shift and fade,
Across the desert's shadeless waste,
Doomed like prisoners...

There is a flower of climate rare,
That never bloomed for me,
I searched the wood, I searche...