Louisa May Alcott

(29 November 1832 – 6 March 1888 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Louisa May Alcott Poems

1. My Frost-King - Song Ii 4/6/2010
2. I Wish I Had A Quiet Tomb 4/6/2010
3. My Frost-King - Song I 4/6/2010
4. Hither, Hither 4/6/2010
5. Healfast, Healfast, Ye Hero Wounds 4/6/2010
6. Lily-Bell 4/6/2010
7. Little Nell 4/6/2010
8. Little Paul 4/6/2010
9. Y Are The Maiden Posies 4/6/2010
10. To The First Born 4/6/2010
11. Here Is The Bracelet 4/6/2010
12. Here's A Nut 4/6/2010
13. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall 4/6/2010
14. Hello! Hello! 4/6/2010
15. I Write About The Butterfly 4/6/2010
16. The Mother Moon 4/6/2010
17. Our Little Ghost 4/6/2010
18. My Doves 4/6/2010
19. Dear Grif 4/6/2010
20. Beds To The Front Of Them 4/6/2010
21. Bide A Wee 4/6/2010
22. Give Me Freshening Breeze, My Boys 4/6/2010
23. Fragments From 4/6/2010
24. Chingery Wangery Chan 4/6/2010
25. A Lament For S. B. Pat Paw 4/6/2010
26. French Song 4/6/2010
27. From Our Happy Home 4/6/2010
28. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad 4/6/2010
29. Fragments 4/6/2010
30. In The Garret 4/6/2010
31. He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best 4/6/2010
32. Lily-Bell And Thistledown Song Ii 1/1/2004
33. 'The Frost-King' Song 1 1/1/2004
34. Chevalita 4/6/2010
35. Gingerbread 4/6/2010
36. 'The Rose Family' Song Ii 1/1/2004
37. 'The Frost-King' Song Ii 1/1/2004
38. 'The Rose Family' Song 1 1/1/2004
39. Lily-Bell And Thistledown Song I 1/1/2004
40. A Song From The Suds 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Louisa May Alcott

Fairy Song

The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
'T is time for the Elves to go.

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;--
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell;
So't ...

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Lullaby

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,

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