Poems by Alexander Smith
Barbara
... You came running forth to meet me with my love-gift on your wrist: ...
Beauty
... T is pleasant, when blue skies are oer us bending &emsp ...
From: A Life-Drama
... And as the young Spring breathes with living breath &emsp ...
Love
... The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breath'd flowers ...
To ----
... I spurnd thy love as t were a rich mans dole, &emsp ...
Glasgow
... Poor flowers! I watched them pine for weeks, ...
