Grief, by William Wilsey Martin
Grief comes, a giantess, with strength to bind;
She grips our hand and glares into our eyes; ...
Poems by William Wilsey Martin
Friendship, by William Wilsey Martin
I Some Friendships are like leaves; when skies are fair
Their green flags flutter, making glad...
Crossing, by William Wilsey Martin
I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad held the oar),
Off a Devon strand, and watch'd t...
Blow, Wild March Wind, by William Wilsey Martin
Blow, wild March wind! In hollows of the lea,
In copses low, thy bride awaiteth thee--
The t...
The Birth of the Red Rose, by William Wilsey Martin
Thro' the gateways of Eden, Eve all mournful
Look'd, gold gateways of Eden, sharply closing
...
The Autumn Leaves Go By, by William Wilsey Martin
The autumn leaves, the autumn leaves go by,
In gusty showers of red and gold they fly;
In sh...