Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

Thou shalt feel no more the wind on thy wing,
Nor float on the breath of the breeze;
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Bring to her spring flowers,
Cowslip and celandine,
And bid her hear the blackbird's song.
Let pass the sunny hours
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Clarissa, when you passed me by
With scornful lip and haughty eye,
My fault I did deplore,
Your anger, like a poisoned dart,
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When first you came to London Town, Donneen,
Just five years old,
I said—'He'll ask for marble halls, and streets
All paved with gold!'
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When dainty Mona walks this way
My foolish heart will beat,
And leaves me, though I turn aside,
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She walks in a lonely garden
On the path her feet have made,
With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckled,
And gown of a flowered brocade;
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Whose is the voice that will not let me rest?
I hear it speak.
Where is the shore will gratify my quest,
Show what I seek?
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Beside my window sighs the last lone rose,
Saying, ‘Alas! farewell! Youth's all but dead.’
Like some sweet spirit waiting for the close,
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Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye
And all the world must be
Between my friend and me;
And nothing is, dear heart,
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Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone,
Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of stone,
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