Spring Winds and Spring Flowers, by Eliza Allen Starr
ST. JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. May, 1865. Soft south a...
Animal Poems
Fly Low, Vermilion Dragon, by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Fly low, vermilion dragon,
With the moon hor...
Sky Lotus, by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The wa...
The Fairy Ring, by Elizabeth Keller
The fairies' ring is up in the night sky
Aroun...
Persephone to Orpheus, by Elizabeth Mason Heath
I do remember now a far off day
And long-forgo...
Ad Finem, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On the white throat of the useless passion
Tha...
Beyond, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to t...
Blasé, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The world has outlived all its passion,
Its m...
Bleak Weather, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and ...
But One, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year has but one June, dear friend,
The ...
Conversion, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I have lived this life as a skeptic lives it,
...
Courage, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is a courage, a majestic thing
That spr...
Delilah, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When ...
A Fable, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a...
Fishing, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,
With ...
Life Is Too Short, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Le...
The Lost Garden, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There was a fair garden sloping
From the south...
Love Song, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Once in the world's first prime,
When nothing...
Misalliance, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I am troubled tonight with a curious pain;
It...
Peace and Love, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There are two angels, messengers of light,
B...
Penalty, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Because of the fullness of what I had
All that...
A Pin, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with...
A Plea, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Columbia, large-hearted and tender,
Too long...
The Room Beneath the Rafters, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sometimes when I have dropped to sleep,
Drape...
Secret Thoughts, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowe...