September (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
Poems about wood-wrapt (2 Poems)
Night Duty (Eva Dobell Poems)
The pain and laughter of the day are doneSo strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,Only the Sister's candle ...