There's Necromancy Still, by Clinton Scollard
There's necromancy still!
The rathe marsh-mari...
Animal Poems
Lightless, by Clinton Van Inman
Each year the light is less.
We can barely se...
Silent Noon, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --...
Sudden Light, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I have been here before,
But when or how I ca...
A Flower of a Day, by Dinah Craik
Old friend, that with a pale and pensile grace...
Living: After a Death, by Dinah Craik
LIVE!
(Thus seems it we should say to our belo...
To a Beautiful Woman, by Dinah Craik
Surely, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of...
Amid a Crown of Radiant Hills, by Dollie Radford
Amid a crown of radiant hills,
A little wood ...
Out On the Moor, by Dollie Radford
I have been wandering today
Out on the moor, ...
The Fairy and the Firefly, by Don Marquis
One night I saw a battle
between a firefly
an...
Tonight Life's Web Seemed Twisted All Awry, by Dorothea Gay
Tonight Life's web seemed twisted all awry,
I...
Little Rabbit, by Douglas Gibson
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
The Aurora Borealis, by Dugald Moore
Are ye unholy shadows, that by fits
Start fro...
Columbus on First Beholding America, by Dugald Moore
God of my sires! O'er ocean's brim
Yon beauteo...
The Suicide, by Dugald Moore
The mist is on the mountain, and the moon
Wal...
Summer Morning, by Dugald Moore
Nature has waked, and yawn'd, and oped her ey...
To the Mountain Eagle, by Dugald Moore
Dark monarch of the cloudy sky!
Proud and comp...
The First Sweetheart, by Edgar Guest
I like sometimes to sit and think
About the go...
Autumn and the Afterglow, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I When the far woods a misty veil assume
(The...
The Bitter-Sweet of Spring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I Now is the tender moment of the year
When b...
The Closed Gentian, by Edith Matilda Thomas
What shall I say of thee,
Flower all elusive,...
The Dark Before Dawn, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Oh, mystery of the morning gloam,
Of haunted...
Dead Low Tide, by Edith Matilda Thomas
It is dead low tide, and the wasted sea beats ...
The Dragons of the Air, by Edith Matilda Thomas
There is a circle of malignant hell
Not given ...
The Enchanted Ring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
A Tale of Halloween I You ask me for a tale o...