Dora Sigerson Shorter

(1866-1918 / Ireland)

Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

1. A Bird From The West 9/29/2010
2. A Careless Heart 9/29/2010
3. A Catholic To His Ulster Brother 9/29/2010
4. A Changeling 9/29/2010
5. A Misunderstanding 9/29/2010
6. A Moth 9/29/2010
7. A New Year 9/29/2010
8. A Recompense 9/29/2010
9. A Rose Will Fade 9/29/2010
10. A Friend In Need 9/29/2010
11. A Song For Evaleen 9/29/2010
12. A Summer’s Day 9/29/2010
13. A Tragi-Comedy 9/29/2010
14. A Weeping Cupid 9/29/2010
15. All Soul’s Eve 9/29/2010
16. All-Souls' Night 9/29/2010
17. An Eastern God 9/29/2010
18. Ave Maria 9/29/2010
19. Beware 9/29/2010
20. Build No Roof-Tree 9/29/2010
21. But For The Tears 9/29/2010
22. By The Sea 9/29/2010
23. Cean Duv Deelish 9/29/2010
24. Cecilia’s Way 9/29/2010
25. Clouds 9/29/2010
26. Comfort The Women 9/29/2010
27. Conscription 9/29/2010
28. Cupid Slain 9/29/2010
29. Daisies 9/29/2010
30. Death Of Gormlaith 9/29/2010
31. Distant Voices 9/29/2010
32. Donacha Rua 9/29/2010
33. Earl Roderick’s Bride 9/29/2010
34. Eclipse 9/29/2010
35. Empire Building 9/29/2010
36. Faith 9/29/2010
37. False Dearvorgil 9/29/2010
38. For He Had Great Possessions 9/29/2010
39. For Whom? 9/29/2010
40. Forever 9/29/2010
Best Poem of Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Fantasy

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.
I ran home into my little house,
Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;
I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,
Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.
Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,
Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.
I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,
I won't open, not for wind or rain.
Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves
Take ye far ...

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A Child’s Song

The starlings they have come to town,
With polka dots on their robes of brown;
They sit a crowd on the old plane tree,
And sing this quaint old melody
Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!
They come with winter snow and sleet—
Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!
Oh, starling, starling, tell me true
Of pleasant lands that have sheltered you

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