Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
Winter In Summer
... Smooth cheeks flush pink as blossoms, ...
The Breakage
... Now she'll never know, she said, ...
I Have Been To Hy-Brasail
... Much laughter have I heard there, ...
Sorrow
... Of my sad heart I hushed you till I crushed you ...
Rain After Drought
... Their rill-like voices called and cried ...
Patriotism
... And blood and sweat its tender roots must lave, ...
The Loiterer
... Then, greybeard, chase the frown from off thy brow, ...
A Changeling
... Her wings that would grow with her growth, ...
Haunted
... They tread from room to room, they pass from stair to stair, ...
The Nameless One
... Last night a voice wailed round the house ...
The Suicides Grave
... Tear the strand, till slipping pebbles shriek through their claws ...
The Road Of The Refugees
... Hear the lost feet straying, from the roadway slipping, ...
Loves Me? Loves Me Not?
... " I shall walk no more by the great sea dreaming ...
My Ladys Slipper
... One man should love her so, see her there weeping, ...
Dark Is The Tomb
... By those proud tombs that bear a patriot's name ...
