Sarah Orne Jewett Poems

To-day upon thy ruined walls
The flowers wave flags of truce,
For time has proved thy conqueror,
And tamed thy strength, Dunluce!
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A blushing wild pink rose,
    By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
    With summer days.
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High at the window in her cage,
    The old canary sits and sings,
Nor sees across the curtain pass
    The shadow of a swallow's wings.
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The wind may blow the snow about,
For all I care, says Jack,
And I don’t mind how cold it grows,
For then the ice won’t crack.
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The clouds look low and heavy, as if there would be rain,
It always means bad weather when you hear the brook so plain.
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More than a hundred years ago
    They raised for her this little stone;
'Miss Polly Townsend, aged nine,'
    It says, is sleeping here alone
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Dear Polly, these are joyful days!
Your feet can choose their own sweet ways;
You have no care of anything.
Free as a swallow on the wing,
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Down in a field, one day in June,
The flowers all bloomed together,
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Oh, rest your oars and let me drift
    While all the stars come out to see!
The birds are talking in their sleep
    As we go by so silently.
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High on the lichened ledges, like
    A lonely sea-fowl on its perch,
Blown by the cold sea winds, it stands,
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