Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Last Coach
... "List!" said the maid, "'tis to my neighbour's gate ...
The Mountain Maid
... Like some fond hand that loved the child, ...
Natures Way
... Nor would she let one flower or heartstring break ...
The Sinking Ship
... "Stand by!" Gone, all are gone, they neither hear or care, ...
To Bid Her Live
... Oh, call her, call her, call her home once more! ...
Build No Roof-Tree
... Take for friend into thy heart ...
The Lovers Almanac
... With blushing cheek on Wednesday ...
In The Years Of Sarsfield
... I wish I had flown with the Wild Geese across the sea, ...
Faith
... That his dear spirit still to earth doth cleave, ...
The Bard Of Breffney
... This heart, that ne'er shall beat with youth again, ...
For He Had Great Possessions
... They sought for long, and o'er my lands did stray, ...
The Prisoner
... Back to the land they loved, all, all, have gone, ...
A Wayward Rose
... Wayward sweet rose from the rose-tree swinging, ...
The Story Without End
... And once when thro' the cheering streets ...
The Gypsies Road
... The grief that lies 'neath a roof-tree's shade, ...
