The Oak (Arthur Weir Poems)
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
Arthur Weir Poems on Place (3 Poems)
The Race (Arthur Weir Poems)
A girlish voice like a silver bellRang over the sparkling tide, "A race! a race!" She was under the ...
At Rainbow Lake (Arthur Weir Poems)
There is a spot, far from the world's uproar, Amid great mountains,Where softly sleeps a lake, to whose still shore ...