Poems by Robert Leighton

Poems by Robert Leighton

The Bleak Beginning of November, by Robert Leighton

When the year fell damp and cold,
Long the nights and short the days,
And the forest's fallen...

At the Grave of Margaret, by Robert Leighton

The waning moon weeps o'er thy grave, dear Margaret;
Night's dewy tears hang on the bending gr...