Lizette Woodworth Reese
Born in January 9, 1856 / Died in December 17, 1935 / United States / English
Poems by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Spicewood
... Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs- ...
The Good Joan
... Now there, and here, swift as a glance, ...
Telling the Bees
... Then caught the name that there she cried ...
Mid-March
... Down the stripped roads the maples start their small, ...
Trust
... The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff ...
A Song
... And for I loved him so, wept that he came not with me, ...
A Rhyme of Death's Inn
... " said she; "There was no room in Bethlehem's inn ...
Tears
... The burst of music down an unlistening street, -- ...
That Day you came
... I love, and the world is mine!I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved, ...
Love came back at Fall o' Dew
... This the word that brake his heart -- ...
Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain
... The red flags running wet and straight, ...
The Ghost
... Though I had loved him many a day, ...
A Christmas Folk-Song
... For that they housed Him from the cold! ...
Wise
... Until Grief touched these eyes of mine, ...
