Poems by Robert Leighton

Spring is with us by the sun,
Yet it has not given us one
Little snow-drop to remind us
That ...

And must ye pass away,
Yellow waving lilies?
Greener grow the woodland alleys,
Greener, gre...

O Sleep! Would that thou'dst seek my lonesome bed;
Night deepens, I am wearied watching now;
...

When Nature crouches from the biting air,
And even thought is paralyzed by winter,
I feel my ...

Be it our custom to retire inside
The framework of our being, and isolate,
Within ourselves, ...

The night's unruly, rude, unruly;
It will neither hold nor bind.
Every airt has sent a wind;...

I know an isle in the desert sea,
Where many a time I long to be.
Like a child in its mother's...

A winking, blinking, little thing,
Full of deep-eyed witcherie;
Full of artless rollicking,...

The soul feels kindred in the light of stars,
And draws unto their glory, near and far--
The ...

The arch-eyed sun stands in the east, amazed
To find the earth white-sheeted like a ghost,
Th...

It is closing hour--I will work no more.
Now time is my own, since my work is o'er.
I hear the...

What sunshine falls around the darkest lot--
How soon its haunting spectres disappear--
When th...

"Sic semper tyrannis!" the assassin cried,
As Lincoln fell. O villain! Who than he
More lived ...

And is this day, or is it night,
That is neither dark nor light? Day is dead and laid ...

The wind burst, like an enemy at night,
Into our town, and battled in the streets,
While pe...