Poems by Rose Terry Cooke

There's a bluebird sits on the apple-tree bough,
Singing merrily and gay.
Come, little blosso...

Over the river, on the hill,
Lieth a village white and still;
All around it the forest-trees...

From the Portuguese. How does a woman love? Once, no more,
Though life forever its loss deplo...

Darlings of the forest!
Blossoming alone
When Earth's grief is sorest
For her jewels gone--
E...

In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood,
Dreaming her life away,
While the leaves danced merri...

You bound and made your sport of him, Philistia!
You set your sons at him to floud and jeer;
...

The river flows and flows away,
A lonely stream through forests gray,
No rippled rapids o'er ...

Oh, Love divine, ineffable!
Help the weak heart that strays from thee!
And battling with the ...

Sole she sat beside her window,
Hearing only rain-drops pour,
Looking only at the shore,
Wh...

"Rest! Rest! Shall I not have all Eternity to rest in?"--ARNAULD. There comes a time of rest to ...

Night comes creeping slowly o'er me,
Like a vapor cold and gray;
Dim the track that lies befo...

Once, when the new moon glittered
So slender in the West,
I looked across my shoulder,
And ...

With eager steps I go
Across the valleys low,
Where in deep brakes the writhing serpents hiss....

Loves serene, uncarnate Graces!
Born of pure dreams in lonely places,
Where the black untrodd...

Flutter thy new wings lightly,
Poor, fearful little bird!
Nor grasp thy bough so tightly;
H...