Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Palace Gate
... "Take back your gifts, you may not pass," he said ...
The Fairy Thorn-Tree
... When twice she cried, she thought from out the darkness ...
Clouds
... 'Tis a mere Waste of love, and a wish for to-morrow ...
Progress-
... " "Death's sheaves have fed thee," said the green woods, ...
The End Of The World
... "Now comes an end of things," I said, and faced the light ...
The Pauper
... Poor crippled hands, now raised their eyes to shade, ...
A Childs Song
... Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! ...
The Choice
... That stung his blood and whipped his manhood's fire ...
The Old Professor
... To shrink from love and laughter, bird and flower, ...
Spring Song To Ireland
... Winter has gone with his blighting breath, ...
My Pretty Child
... When gracious summer looked and smiled, ...
Goodbye
... Perchance, she thought, though, there would be no parting, ...
The Seeking Of Content
... The sins that he stooped for, or passed, and Divine ...
The Dead Wife
... "Poor hands," quoth she, "oft for his sake ...
Questions
... Why hath pain wove her net for your brain's anguish ...
