Together, by Caroline Spencer
A song for the season, my dear, my dear!
A s...
Animal Poems
The Unknown God, by Caroline Spencer
Of old the gods were feasted
On music, mirth ...
A Draught So Precious, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
A draught so precious you have offered me
I da...
Hurt Not My Heart With Too Much Beauty, Night, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
Hurt not my heart with too much beauty, night,...
I Found No Beauty In Me Till You Came, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
I found no beauty in me till you came,
And th...
In Other Springs, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
In other springs, before I knew your love,
S...
The Flight, by Charles G. D. Roberts
She rose in the night and fled;
Such a night ...
Hunting the Cotaco Creek, by Charles Ghigna
His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
be...
On the Way to School, by Charles Ghigna
I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excus...
To Francis Jammes, by Charles Guérin
O JAMMES, your house is like your face. A bear...
Vain Vows, by Charles Guérin
THIS winter night is odorous of spring.
Dreami...
In the Laramie, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
For many years my life work ply,
And many mus...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Vive la France!, by Charlotte Holmes Crawford
Franceline rose in the dawning gray,
And her ...
Alone, by Charlotte Van de Water
Under the misty sky, low-hanging, gray,
The...
On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy, by Chocolate Waters
The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
T...
A Birthday, by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is ...
May, by Christina Rossetti
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know...
Deep in the Woods, by Christine Siebeneck Swayne
Deep in the woods and deeper you may stray,
A...
Lost Atlantis, by Christine Siebeneck Swayne
The blind snake crawls along the walls
Of towe...
Waikiki Beach, by Christine Siebeneck Swayne
This is the Beach whereon the white foam flies
...
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will...
Four Acres, by David Ray
The new owners call them
virgin--their four ac...
What They Are Watching, by David Ray
Trinity Site, New Mexico, 5: 30 A.M., July 1...
The Music of Nature, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
I A vision o'er my soul hath swept,
A dream ...