The Ruined Home (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
AT nightfall, coming from the wood, I crossed the hilltop's gloomy brow,Where one unsheltered farmhouse stood, Neglected, dark, ...
AT nightfall, coming from the wood, I crossed the hilltop's gloomy brow,Where one unsheltered farmhouse stood, Neglected, dark, ...
AN evening born for dreams! upon the shoreLies the long glory in her vanishingOf day grown tender ere she is ...
NIGHT-BLUE skies of thine,Egypt, and thy dead who may not rest,Who with wide eyesStand staring in the darkness of the ...
IF Poesy thou dost love, and seek to guessThe shadowy coverts where her footsteps roam,Easy they seem and common; yet ...
LAY thy heart down upon the warm, soft breast, Of June and take thy rest;The world is full of ...
WOULDST thou walk in the garden of fame,Wouldst thou taste of the fruits that growIn alleys where grapes hang low,In ...
Beloved, on the shore of this gray worldThy little bird, the sandpiper, and INow stand alone;And when mine eyeReturned from ...
ONCE men could walk these roads and hear no soundSave the sad ocean beating on the shore,Or song of birds ...
HEAT overspread the earth, the birds were dumb;A shrouding of white cloud, which was not cloud,Or mist, which was not ...
CAN you hear the sparrow in the lane Singing above the graves? she said.He knows my gladness, he knows ...
"There shall be one fold and one shepherd."WILD bird flying northward, whither thou? And vessel bending southward, what thy ...
WHEN the breath of autumn comesFirst, to say the summer's done,When the birds their leafy homesRifle of the seed and ...
I WAKENED to the singing of a bird,He was the bird of spring!And, lo!At his sweet noteThe flowers began to ...
TREES, the green trees, rocks, and the wave-washed sands,You are all here! while, like the summer birds,Yet how unlike! the ...
SHE leaped out of infancy's armRunning over with innocent charm,And wearing the features of love.Spared days or but hours from ...
ALL summer long the cricket sings,But in June the busy birds,Proud as youth, on their young wingsSing above the lowing ...
To -----LATE bird, who singest now aloneWhen woods are silent and the seaBreathes heavily and makes a moan,Faint prescience of ...
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