Poems by William H. Bushnell

On a green, mossy bank, near a swift speeding brook
When May was but roses and song,
A laugh...

Hair as silk of corn sun-kissed,
Rippling in a golden mist;
Skin as calla lily white,
Tinte...

Her hair is the gold-brown of chestnuts,
Her eyes blue as the heavenly zone,
Her skin as the ...

Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, red and white,
And honeysuckle laden with wealth o...