Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
A New Year
... Of Destiny! Thou wast a babe on that ...
The Young Volunteer
... 'Tis but the storm winds flutter old dreams you dare not utter ...
I want to Talk to Thee
... Each day old dreams come back with beating wings, ...
Forever
... A faithful word, that knows nor time nor change, ...
All-Souls' Night
... Of the land of the dead, on my bent brown head I felt the reproach of his saddened eyes ...
The Three Fates
... All bent and crabbed with their years, ...
By The Sea
... Come in, sweet ghost, from thy lonely bed, ...
The Old Song
... " she cried, "O, my father will rage and my mother will mourn, ...
The Storm
... From their sad flesh, to break them in their chase ...
The Hill-Side Men
... My hopes are lost, my dreams are fled ...
Pre-Existence
... Ah, goodbye! You forget, but I sigh for that past ...
Spring And Autumn
... Where sleep my dead, hushed by the soft winds blowing, ...
The Red Rose
... 'Twas but a dead branch, broken and brown branch, ...
You Will Not Come Again
... Love swift will come for the weak lambs' cry ...
A Meadow Tragedy
... Here's a mead all full of summer, ...
