REUBEN ROY LITTLE fellow, brown with wind- I saw him in the street Peering at numbers on the posts, But most discreet： For when a woman came outdoors,...
COUNTRY ROAD I CAN'T forget a gaunt grey barn Like a face without an eye That kept recurring by field and tarn Under a Cape Cod sky. I can't f...
WREATHS RED wreaths Hang in my neighbor's window, Green wreaths in my own. On this day I lost my husband. On this day you lost your boy. On this d...
MEMPHIS WHY should I sing of my present？ It is noth- ing to me or you, Rather I'd dream of Dixie and tie ships on the old bayou！ Rather I'd dr...
SAINT COLUMBKILLE COLUMBKILLE！ Saint Columbkille！ You naughty man, Saint Columbkille！ Why did you Finnian's Psalter take And secretly a copy make？...
E. J. V. HUIGINN MISS DOANE MISS Doane was sixty, probably； She rented third floor room That opened on an airshaft full Of cooking smells and gloom. S...
FALLEN FENCES THE woods grew dark； black shadows rocked And I could scarcely see My way along the old tote road, That long had seemed to me To wind on...
CROSS-CURRENTS THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown； They placed me warm and snug In carved chair； set me with care Upon an old prayer rug. They cased my...
THE FAREWELL WHAT is more beautiful Than thought, soul-fed, That I may be the crimson of a rose When dead？ My soul, so light a joy And grief will be, ...
SONG LET me be great, as stars are great, Singing of love, not of hate. Love for sweet and simple things, Like clouds and sea-shell whisperings, Cool ...