Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Three Trees
... Oh, I would I were the pine that groweth straight and tall, ...
The Little Sister
... But her face was strange and white, ...
At Christmas-Time
... With all the winter's flowers that grow ...
The One Forgotten
... "Draw close your chairs, for colder falls the night ...
Donacha Rua
... . ." The trick is gained, but your chance is small ...
What Will You Give?
... " How will you please me, if I should thirst ...
If You Should Pass
... Give me but silence where good friendship waned, ...
The White Witch
... Come back, I cried, you witchs child, ...
The Swallow
... I will dream the lone long hours, sick sad days, and weary nights ...
Love In My Arms Lies Sleeping
... The fairest blossoms in all love's land, for that small hot hand, ...
One Day In December
... Then we laughed as the boat glided back from the shore ...
Kathleens Charity
... " "The world is good," she said, and laughed, ...
The Banshee
... And say, "May God bring home your lad, ...
For Whom?
... For whom, then, have I planned this welcome shade ...
The Lone Soul
... Like the great pine that, rocking no sweet nest, ...
