Oh Little Bird, by Edwin Leibfreed
Oh little bird with head atilt,
In safety dri...
Animal Poems
The Quest for God, by Edwin Leibfreed
I would find God--the sovereign quest of life--...
The Song of the Soul, by Edwin Leibfreed
I Oh to be naked!
My body? Yes, if need be.
...
The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
When the Gentle Christ Was Tracing, by Edwin Leibfreed
When the gentle Christ was tracing
His forgive...
How Oswald Dined with God, by Edwin Markham
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
Beauty, by Elinor Wylie
Say not of Beauty she is good,
Or aught but b...
The Tortoise in Eternity, by Elinor Wylie
Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in s...
Winter Sleep, by Elinor Wylie
When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as lou...
Arizona, by Elise Pumpelly Cabot
PART I: ARIZONA I MAN above himself looks dow...
August Skies, by Elise Pumpelly Cabot
August skies, where is the voice of spring?
J...
Early Called, by Eliza Allen Starr
Do you remember how he lay
All through that gl...
Easter-Tide, by Eliza Allen Starr
"My flesh also shall rest in hope." With the s...
Forest Vespers, by Eliza Allen Starr
In the twilight of a pensive mind,
And the ea...
In Winter, by Eliza Allen Starr
How lonely on the hillside look the graves!
Th...
The Lonely Window, by Eliza Allen Starr
December, 1845. DEERFIELD. O how sadly looks ...
Lucifer Matutinus, by Eliza Allen Starr
From a heart of infinite longing the youth
Loo...
Moths, by Eliza Allen Starr
An india shawl--of texture wondrous fair,
Wro...
One Hour After Death, by Eliza Allen Starr
For Mrs. W. H. November 15, 1857. O I could e...
Our Neighbor, by Eliza Allen Starr
Set it down gently at the altar rail
The faith...
The Palmer's Rosary, by Eliza Allen Starr
No coral beads on costly chain of gold
The Pal...
Robin Redbreast, by Eliza Allen Starr
An early bird is our Robin, bold Rob,
The fi...
Six Stone Steps, by Eliza Allen Starr
The October sun is lighting up
The sunny limes...
The Spring, by Eliza Allen Starr
1866. SPRING PARK. Through the twisted roots o...
Spring Birds, by Eliza Allen Starr
O ask no song of one whose heart
Has not a hop...