Poems by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Poems by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Love and Reason, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Young Love went sailing without fear
Upon a lotus-leaf,
Though Reason said, "Pray let me stee...

Under the Sands, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Suggested by a notice of Sir Douglas Forsyth's account of the buried cities of the Gobi desert, ...

Two Women, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Once, in a multitude, I met a woman tall and proud,
So fair my heart bowed down to her in hom...

Two Crowns, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Godfrey de Bouillon, Duke of Lorrain, refused a throne in Jerusalem, saying, "I will never we...

The Total Eclipse of 1869, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

A spectacle in heaven!--behold!--there is no tax to pay;
Space is our boundless theatre, domed...

Sunset Symbols, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

I watched the sun with lurid splendor set,
While in the distance dim one tall, dark spire
App...

A Summer Idyl, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Pictures of sunset, yester eve,
The still lake underlying,
So charmed us we forgot to grieve...

Silent Wooing, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

They met in silence, soul to soul
Thrilled forth its voiceless story,
What time the moon on m...

Sea-Dreams, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Down on the seashore I found a shell,
Left by the tide in its noonday swell;
Only a white she...

A Rose, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

A rose I cull for thee, one royal flower
Blooming alone, in regal pride apart;
Summer's last...

The Phantom Ball, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

There's a staunch old Southern mansion near the broad Potomac River;
How long it has been stand...

Pas Encore, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Over the Rhineland border, ere it gleamed with sword and lance,
Came a brave young German, wo...

The Night has Come, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

The night has come, when I may sleep,
To dream, perchance, of thee.
And where art thou? Whe...

Morning, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

I saw the young Morn in her beauty unfolding
Her radiant wings by the portals of Night,
And fr...

Lilla Clare, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Wearily, drearily, mournfully fair,
By a deep river roves young Lilla Clare
At midnight. Oh!...