Poems by Katharine Lee Bates
To Peace
... With shuddering lips we pledge ...
Our First Families
... whether moss Be flat or tufted matters not, ...
New Year
... A windblown spray whose blossoms bright ...
Your Own Plants Bloom Again
... Japonica, all keep their rendezvous ...
Not Yet
... Is poured through heaven, but o'er the misty pond, ...
Pigeon Post
... I, Christ's own bird, ...
April In September
... Are all restored, its fresh, soft foliage gleaming ...
The Least Of These
... The Kings of the East brought treasures ...
When Lincoln Died
... She shrilled across: "They've shot Abe Lincoln, He's dead and I'm glad he's dead ...
Yellow Warblers
... Listening to those blithe notes, I slipped once more ...
Three Steps
... Three steps there are our human life must climb ...
At Stonehenge
... Once played with ponderous blocks a striding giant ...
Children Of The War
... Cannot man whose searchlight leaves no horizon darkling ...
To Heavy Hearts
... Sons, husbands, those who wreathed your world with light, ...
Apollo Laughs
... To mirth till Heaven's bright charioteer, ...
