Elizabeth Akers Allen
Elizabeth Akers Allen Poems
- At Last At last, when all the summer shine That warmed ...
- Rock Me To Sleep Backward, turn backward, O time, in your ...
- Witch Hazel The last lone aster in the wood has died, And ...
- Morning Glories Oh, dainty daughters of the dawn, most ...
- Little Feet Two little feet, so small that both may ...
- Lost Light My heart is chilled and my pulse is slow, But ...
- Until Death Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend, To ...
Elizabeth Chase Akers Allen (October 9, 1832, Strong, Maine – August 7, 1911, Tuckahoe, New York) was an American author, journalist and poet. Born Elizabeth Anne Chase, she grew up in Farmington, Maine, where she attended Farmington Academy. She began to write at the age of fifteen, under the pen name Florence Percy, and in 1855 published under that name a volume of poems entitled Forest Buds. In... more »
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At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close--at last--at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,--
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,--
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,--
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded ...