Poems by Herbert Bashford
The Russet-Backed Thrush
... At close of day when Twilight dreams ...
Alice
... Of all earth's songs God took the half ...
The Arid Lands
... The ringing laugh of the crystal creek! &emsp ...
Quatrains
... ALONG SHORE WHAT wondrous sermons these seas preach to men! &emsp ...
The Song Of The Forest Ranger
... With his strong arms upward reaching - ...
One Autumn Night
... And watched the moon, all drenched with holy light, ...
Night in Camp
... Black shadows backward reel when tall and bright ...
The Seagull
... The rocks tide-worn, the high cliff brown and bare ...
By the Pacific
... Pale forms drive landward and wild figures flee &emsp ...
The Woods Of The West
... Where the clust'ring blooms of the dog-wood hang o'er ...
Morning in Camp
... high among Their sombre boughs one clear, sweet song is sung, ...
