Grace Hazard Conkling
Born in February 7, 1878 / Died in November 15, 1958 / United States / English
Poems by Grace Hazard Conkling
To A New-Born Baby Girl
... To spare thee word of vales and streams, ...
The Little Rose Is Dust, My Dear
... And what is left to hope, my dear, ...
After Sunset
... and I know That somehow I shall follow when you go ...
I Will Not Give Thee All My Heart
... There is no bread, though crusts were sweet ...
The Nightingale Of Flanders
... Were singing "France is left!" ...
Tampico
... Their whirling fringe of black, ...
Francis Ledwidge
... Who can say On what great errand ...
Symphony of a Mexican Garden
... white moon Whose disc of perfect pallor half deceives ...
The Flower
... In a moment Clang, I should hear its golden uproar, ...
April In The Huasteca
... And below the sunset, hanging hills like a weighted curtain of velvet&emsp ...
To Hilda Of Her Roses
... .. Dazzled by the yellow sea-beach of morning ...
Cretonne Tropics
... With blue-green crests and plumes of pride ...
Rheims Cathedral -- 1914
... Thy bells live on, and Heaven is in their tone! ...
The Refugees
... Well play this is the village street &emsp ...
